Monday 28 May 2018

The Funeral



And maybe I ‘ll walk around, and huddle in a corner of the street 
because there is nothing to go home to
And maybe I’ll speak at length to strangers, hear them talk about what love and life means to them
because I am not sure what it means to me anymore after you
And maybe I will book a one way ticket and get away from the dustorm of late monday nights and early tuesday mornings 
Because ‘we’ may be dead in the real world but we live on in between my nights and mornings

And maybe.. just maybe I will keep my phone on, just incase you call. Just incase you call me to tell me there is something to come home to.