Wednesday, 9 January 2013

January 8th


She wakes up, just before the day
She makes up and gets on her way
She moves around the house, in her silent creep
A quiet as a mouse, to not disturb his sleep
Until I am able to see your face once more
Won’t you kiss me as you walk out the door?

He comes round when the alarm bells play
Stumbles into life in the regular way
He pours a cup, like the rest of the town
He’s up when they are up and down when they’re down
He starts to dream of home by about four
When he can kiss her as he walks through the door

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