Untitled Poem by Gary Lewis




Staring at a window

Staring at a window
While I'm sitting all alone,
Repeats are on the telly
and my hand is on the phone,
I've got my finger on the dial
And trepidation on my mind
I finally thumb the number
And in disbelief I find
You've gone!

The silent seconds seem like minutes
The minutes seem like days
As in my mind I rehearse the lines
I want to hear you say
But after half a lifetime
I realise you took me for a ride
So I grab a can of beer
And fall apart inside
My mind!

My memory starts to wonder
To the games we used to play
And I begin to question what made you go away
So I punch the wall with fury
And have another drink
As alone I'm left to ponder
Alone I'm left to think
Was it me?


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