I close my eyes
Clinging to the memories
The warm scent lingers
The inviting glow draws me in.
Musky tobacco
Heady floral hues
Tangled like the smoke from your joint
I'd nestle under your rising arm
Seeking security, confirmation.
Breathing in happiness
I was in awe of you
You were forgetful
Pretty
Fun
Smiles and laughter.
We spent weekends in the dark
The electric meter whirring out of credit as the shops closed
Lights replaced with candles
Camped by the gas fire
Singing The Beatles on your battered acoustic guitar.
The cupboards were normally empty
Powdered milk
Stale crackers
And those little silver cake decorating balls
We shopped for fun
Dancing down the isles
Food an afterthought.
You let us sit up all night
We watched the moon
Took the dog for
And planned our lives as 'miwlonaires'
Put the world to rights
With ditty’s and rhyme.
If only I could freeze time
Just there forever
But you let life suck you in
And away from me
Old enough to go it alone
You found other projects to defend
But they only knew how to take.
So I sat up late
Waiting for the door to click
To know you were safe
For your cigarette smoke to wind up the stairs
And ease me into a slumber
The sound of the kettle rising to its boil.
It only got later and later
Your eyes grew wider
Wider
I'd take your glasses off
So as not to hurt your face
As you slid into your pillow.
I'd creep downstairs
Lock the doors
Put your shoes safely away
Cover you over on my journey back to bed
Turn out your light
Careful to not disturb.
I'd think over all the good times
And eventually join you in sleep
Only to be woken a few hours later
You'd dance down the hallway
Turn the stereo up
Unaware of my nightly ritual
Why I was so grumpy in the morning
But it wouldn't last for long
I just can't stay angry at you.
Many years have passed
I tried to run away
As much as I love you
You are also my downfall
No matter how far I am
The cycle continues,
Drawing me in with your infectious laugh
And quirky habits.
While others walk all over you
I am walking behind you
Ready to catch
As fools fail to see greatness
I just wished you’d notice
that's beautiful, but so sad *hugs*
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, so descriptive. Pop down and see us in the library gardens on sat! x
ReplyDeleteThank you. Quite a personal one.
ReplyDeleteKing of little, sorry didn't make it to the library gardens I was in Glastonbury, maybe next time though :-)
wow, beautifully written. xx
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