It is cold.
I sat there drink in hand
the others had left, I was sad
but I thought
drink up and go out into the cold again
You came in, a stranger, a big man,
almost ugly, with a battered, used face.
And I thought
drink up and go out into the cold again
You talked to me and bought me a drink
we smoked and you bought me another
and then I
drank up and went out into the cold again.
But you followed me and asked me for my number
and I said no, so you gave me yours
I walked away, but I was smiling
and I didn't feel so cold.
One day I saw you, taking cash from a machine.
We smiled and said hello
and I hurried away, shy
and then was sorry that I hadn't stayed to talk.
So I texted you, and you were glad
and we started going out.
You were different, a rough diamond,
unpolished and bemused, and I started to feel warm again.
But I didn't know you. You would not share your past.
You told me your life had been bad and you wanted to start again.
Then one night, they took you away.
And I was out there in the cold again.
I believed in you, and I visited you in that place.
You said there had been a mistake
and it would all come right again.
You expected me to leave and so I stayed.
But then the police came
and told me what you'd done
No, I cried, it can't be true.
But it was and so I left you.
But now you will not let me go
and I am trapped and you are free
now I am in a prison
and it is very cold inside.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
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