Snakes in the grass.
I inhale my cigarette,
knowing now what signals I missed.
I had hoped for a minute alone,
but he insisted on following me outside.

I glance up and he's watching me,
I wish he'd stop.
My checks flushed from wine,
but I am fully aware.
He is handsome.

He apologizes for kissing me,
causing my head to swim and me to fidget awkwardly.
I thought of someone else at that moment,
setting off a flutter of silent wishes.

I check my phone,
no messages and it's such a reach.
Give a man what he's after,
and he loses interest..
I sigh,
being oblivious must be a side effect of being me.

This mans muttered sentiments go unheard,
I'm only half listening to him now.
Knowing the idea of me,
is much different then having me.
I have no interest,
He's just another snake in the grass.

The dreams I dreamt,
The tears I spent,
The sorrows I have,
The love I gave,
It was all meant for him.

His love,
His hate,
His laughter,
His sorrow,
I wish I could accept it all.

Our time,
Our thought,
Our laugh,
Our smile,
It’s now in the past.

My wishes,
My dreams,
My kisses,
My gleams,
I give it all to him.

There, amongst the northern skies,
Tears driven by ghostly squalls to
Fall on the blackened, bleak rooftops
Of this northern town, forgotten.
Left to a grey Victorian rot
Decaying factory ceilings collapsing on,
Litter strewn floors, newspapers decompose
With triumphs from yester year
Industrial dust stained brickwork
Grimy reminder, of the grim past
Haunted dim gaslight probing the fog
Days, nights only separated by murky light
A ghostly silence, hangs like a grimy fog
Cloaking lost sounds of dull beating on metal,
Boots tramping over cobbled stones,
The sounds of clocking on, clocking off, no more