I don't imagine I'll be loosing sleep over this now, it's over. I've been trapt in your box. Suspended at your will. I'm crooked but sure I'll shine like I did when I met you. When I wrote on the steps down by the river.

I imagine I've wasted more, I would kiss you, but I won't take more. Imploding.

I saw him with you in that sunlit room. Through the windows. With that look on your face, and I knew you had forgotten. But you asked me in, as if it's nothing. We tread on old ground, as if it's nothing. And still you don't feel.

I wouldn't be here if you could have said no. I wouldn't have to come here, if ever I had known.

xxxx