Annie

I used to be fine, drinking alone, dancing in wine, no need for weak tea, ladled humour lachrymose, jokes were my repartee, now what do I find, a house full of groans, running to be kind, the rain starts to ease, do you still carry stones, stilling that uncertainty, dumb when it’s tight, won’t use answer’ phones, everything on your side, I still need to believe, what used to be so, when we all dreamed, where is the line, that you cross going home, the stuff bathed in time, is that all gone?