I met him in a bar room
Down a side street in the cross
Looking battered and bewildered
Taken up with life’s defeats, shoulders bowing with the weight,
Worn out roads beneath his feet.
As I caught his eye and toasted
in the spattered yellow mirror
I felt the trembling start of all the end of all my dreams.
He was loving,
how he loved me!
In a way I’d never known
As we travelled places, sacred, in the stars.
While my heart sat full and naked
On the fabric of my sleeve
He fed upon the feelings, on the secret hopes and needs of all my dreams
In the cold pale light of dawning
On the tousled mattressed sea
I lay blinded in the blinking neon light
As he shrugged into his worn jeans
All the shreds of my emotions
Unravelled down the ocean of those tangled hotel sheets.
He was leaving
And he left me with nothing but my skin,
taking all the glorious grandeur of my soul.
With his hands upon his belt and his long legs wide
the scattered shattered relic that I recognised as me.
I write with music in my head but only the words come out.