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She rings up to tell of a new boyfriend
This being her seventh phone call this week
His greatness: The only thing she can speak
And it doesn’t seem clear when it will end
Apparently they do much together
Go shopping, buy gifts, do lunch, take photos
Introducing her friends, watch TV shows
Has he let her down completely? Never
Making very clear this good thing she’s got
He fills her up with happiness so true
With him she does things that we used to do
This I’m told whether I like it or not

I’m happy for you that you’re doing well
But can’t you find somebody else to tell?


25th November 2013

Early Morning Departure

Woke up at 4am but she did not
Got clothes and shoes on just like it was planned
A kiss on the cheek. A squeeze of her hand
For I will be missing her a whole lot
Sitting in a dark room on a suitcase
An airline ticket in hand, held tightly
Phone rings. Head outside and into taxi
As I’m driven away leaving no trace
As I journey I think of her, so fair
No doubt she is still sleeping peacefully
What will she do this weekend without me?
What will she do when she finds I’m not there?

But no matter the distance love won’t wane
And I know we will be together again


11th November 2013