A whole page has been torn out of her book
The mind is wandering out of boredom
They say today’s one of celebration
But the doves in my tree have turned to rooks
Walking down that road so proud and so tall
Under a sky holding no clouds of rain
Is the beauty I knew well still the same?
Maybe - but the pain hasn’t changed at all
Word of the event will soon reach my lair
But the records won’t note the truth I know
If she wants to see me, she would say so
But the phone’s not ringing nor do I care
I’ve forgotten all about her you see
Just as she’s forgotten all about me
9th August 2005
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