Irene

What if the stars are great, my lover slowly fades, lonely flown off to Spain, doesn't matter my happy tone, the walls are limpid grey, my head is still alone, watch my hands shake, it’s difficult on the phone, when a voice gives way, the kids have grasped the bone, confined within their days, furious now he’s gone , the moon is on the break, the seasons roll away, I’ve seen them happy, they play their school trombones, say he was always a flake, they wonder if I’ll cope, and each night pray..