when your youth is no longer thirsty,
As you nestle into bed,
after a long, hard day,
and you turn to your left,
I hope You think of Me.
Of the space between your shoulder and the pillow,
The one I called Home.
The only calm I ever had –
The only calm I ever sought.
I’d picked out rings, the flowers and my dress,
When I learnt I was being evicted.
I will never understand why,
I wont ever understand how,
In a heartbeat, maybe three,
My Home was now Hers.
But You stood there beautifully,
Now many miles between us.
Calmer than You’ve ever been,
You said howling wasn’t necessary.
For you were a luxury I could never afford.