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Indoors Again
Holding your hand from afar like it matters,
you, or anyone but me
walking your quaint little village
after dragging me out of bed
for your morning coffee,
I had to get out of the crowd
sweat on the neck
should have left before the inevitable plea
not much time to ponder on my decisions
though grateful to be free
Answers come in the silence battling against one's stance
what you had to put up...
my cynical synthesis
I don't belong out there forever wanting to leave
bringing the nice day together
crashing to its knees
experience will hold me up,
I'll tidy the apartment prepare evening's meal
knowing the cold shoulder upon arrival
will take some doing
How many lives I have left?
Remember when you were caught in the rain and I came running,
the little things.
I tried to block every one out but you'd just responded with
"stop looking at me".
head down looking at the feet, tired of seeing passing eyes,
what is it they see?
In contact along the way,
where are you now? "Clothes store",
I'll light the halls,
the messages are blunt, straight to the point
What is it about out there?
I have music within, a gentle touch
Can't deny the heat, the beauty of others,
we could take a walk when they're all asleep?
no response.
To be a part of it then, is it just to bear witness?
If it's the air I know a quiet place we can go?
"What a bore".
Tonight's proving to be difficult.
resulting in the words,
"We are moving to the big city".
So we sleep,
stroking your arm as you dream
staring at the ceiling,
we are so different it's affecting the balance,
hard to admit
is it so selfish to ask
just continue to lay beside me
Copyright ©
Lee Norton
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