Dead Hour.
There will be no further comment.
No more defiant fists will lift.
Now mesmerised by an idea
answering why my life's in drift.
This has set a wheel in motion;
coincidence and fate expelled.
Before then, one hundred chances,
With every moments breath withheld.
We met half-way on the crossing
Me, late to a class I had missed.
Two of us. One giant city.
And I'm pulling you back by the wrist.
Night three in the festival tent,
after I'd helped your drunken friend.
You and your mates about to leave,
Us to one side, and time-space suspend.
I can count a thousand over
When together we would reprise
Our old puzzle perfect friendship
Trapped in locked showdowns, eye to eyes.
Now you're no longer in my class
And no longer a distraction.
Once touching each others shoulders.
Now dead by the Law of Attraction.
From my fourteenth floor apartment
Alone on Wednesday night it rained.
And not from that big house calling
for us, to wrap into our veins.
In my dreams its presence lingers.
The two of us and that big place.
I imagined it just waiting
For our souls hugged on it's staircase.
On Wednesday night it poured out here.
The drops far from where they should.
No varnished balustrade to hold.
No house encircling us in wood.
Here at step one and I am stuck.
Firstly, to know what you desire.
How can I ask the universe
if I want what I had prior.
Instead I retreat to our house
Behind closed lids although it's small.
Here I'll take the chance I missed and
paint your shadow against my wall.
The reality is, it's over.
Now you're no longer what I own.
But if I smile it's just my luck
That I'm an expert at living alone.