It's the only one that doesn't rhyme!

Back to Index.....   ---->>>

<<<-----  Back to Poem Index....

                        Living Alone

A sudden noise; a tap dripping, a wall creaking,
Just the house going to sleep.
My heart jumps, then a split-second later
Everything is normal again, and I realise
I was glad of the excitement.

Long after the house has gone to sleep, still I lie awake.
Sleep before two is impossible.
I think, I read, I think some more, about anything and
Everything that comes to mind, which at 2am
Isn't usually the healthiest pastime.

Mornings hold no fascination, no-one to share them with,
It's probably raining anyway.
Only in the afternoon do I dare give credence to the day
Due to the fact that there isn't much of it left, even this only
Involves shopping for one, and 'phoning up for company.

If I have company in the evening, I go to bed happy,
In the event I am easily pleased.
Otherwise insomnia reigns unrestrained, only to let up when I stop
Missing and longing and fretting and hurting, thereby allowing
The circle to begin again...

                                          
                                                                                       MTJ    20.7.98