Straight line
And a curve for the eye
Scribbling
Is no use at this time of the night

Or a pencil mark from light to dark
When moonlight is near
And daylight is far

Wallowing in
Blood and chaos
Strict curfew to never sleep
As I always have been

But a scribble for you
Is never far
Always a part of my nightly drama
Whether it a one liner
In my note pad
Or some white powder on a tile
I always tell myself it’s worth my while
Because it’s you
I see in my cuts and ridges
And it’s you I see hanging when I look at bridges

I don’t think that I’ll ever stop scribbling at night
Because something in my head was niggled at that time
That I saw you
Eyes wide open
While I slept on the couch
Keeping me company through the nights hours

And now it’s silence again
For there’s no where to go
But I’m sometimes so stuck in the memory of you
It’s only a passing thought
And soon it’ll be gone like your hair was
But I think of you at night
When my tears are falling.

how I miss you in the early morning,
When I’m smoking a joint and constantly yawning
And how we should be together
But I’m here all alone
Without our baby
And without you or our home.