Friday, February 01, 2013

And then it's 430 the last time you remember looking at the time
And then it's time to get up and you are somehow in the kitchen, already dressed
Ten minutes til you leave and you're standing at the front door but can't touch the handle
The phone call is made of apologies and tears
Now you're in your sons bed with the door shut, listening to the dogs worry up and down the stairs
And you don't want to be found

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous10:13 pm

    so now today is saturday. do you need help my darling. dont hold back. whatever it is you can tell me. this is the first time i,ve checked your blog in months and you have me worried. my wish for you is a peaceful nights sleep and a sunday with lots of happiness. mum x