I’m alone stuck in my head
we both lost track of what was said.
Here I write but you haven’t read,
please just come to bed.

Lost in translation starts a fight,
another disappointing night.
Not sure of much but sure we’re right,
come to bed and turn off the light.

Mind’s running laps but in a line,
avoiding barbed wire and land mine.
Determined to stay up to greet sunshine,
come to bed and it will be fine.

I’m alone stuck in my head
an impending sense of doom and dread.
I write in blue but you mark in red,
please just come to bed.

love can’t be captured in a poem
but if the poem’s any good
it might be set free

she said he should think
about looking at things a little
differently, so he closed one eye
in what she considered to be
a quite infuriating wink

he said he loved the anonymity of the
city
she said on the other hand it would be
quite nice
to know where we actually are

wondering whether or not to take
her umbrella
I said better not
she might be looking