I haven’t made much effort
and I’m only telling you
because I know that otherwise
you wouldn’t notice.
I’ve been feeling tired for quite a while
maybe I’m not thinking right
but I can’t remember the last time
that you looked at me.

Sometimes I wonder
if I disappeared completely
would you realise
and maybe take your eyes
off Eastenders skies
and notice that I’d gone?

You can make your own dinner
and even work the washing machine.
I suppose I should be glad
you don’t need me to look after you.
I’ve started writing little stories
they aren’t very good but they please me.
 Sometimes it feels like it’s
the only time that I’m alive.

Sometimes I wonder
if I disappeared completely
would you realise
and maybe take your eyes
off Eastenders skies
and notice that I’d gone?

I’m writing this whilst you are at work
hunched over my little table thinking
quietly to myself, I see people
outside through the rain...
I hear the neighbours through these walls,
they may be shouting half the time
but at least they speak to each other
and sometimes I hear them... in bed…

 

(c) Max Rael