Oct 17, 2007 22:44
I knew the whole story.
I saw it all.
Watched her unfold whilst you slept.
Your chest rising and falling, fingers gently twisting in the folds of my duvet.
I let her go;
creeping soundlessly through the house.
Knew she was off to meet his ghost.
And didn’t stop her.
I watched her walk along the garden path,
and latch the gate behind her. She turned once
to look back at the house.
A small smile curving her lips,
As her hair turned molten in the light of the streetlamp.
I turned and slipped back into bed beside you,
my arm snaking around your shoulders.
But with my mind far away, disappearing down a street
with a girl and a ghost
and a sentence that hangs in the late night air.