my life is quiet now
there is no sound,
was once filled friends & family
is now empty and unfound

i don't know what i'm doing
and don't know where i'll go
for everyone has left me
out here all alone

there is no place i'm calling home
and no person i can trust
the world is big and lonely
for a little speck of dust.

another midnight I've seen this week:
bed times have gone from books and milk
and slightly ajar doors,
to long slogs far into the early morning hours-

-did I, did I try too hard to hold your hand?
If so I didn't mean to,
maybe the excitement of being held again
made my squeeze a little too much.

-

another morning afternoon I've seen this week:
primary education routines of get dressed
and ready for school have been lost to
fading light showers and foaming shampoos-

-did I, did I not follow the Curtis rules?
Should I run a bookshop? Be late time and time again?
Runaway to the continent and write a novel no one wants?
Lose a wife and fall for a model?

if so, I'm sorry I'm not that.