So here we are, possibly my favourite day of the year, Boxing Day!
I have some time to myself.
I have begun sifting and sorting some of the sounds recorded on various devices. At the moment this is just a case of organisation, there’s nothing for you to listen to yet. But I’m also sifting through lyrics, deciding which are of worth.
This piece has actually become a song already, but I didn’t know what to do with it. It exists as a very poor first recording, just a writers’ note. So I won’t be posting that just yet. But I’m looking at it, and considering it. I like the picture and the unfolding drama that I see when I read it.
A CONVERSATION
He watched her laugh at someone else’s joke
He saw her nod while other people spoke
He heard her swear when she spilled a little milk
He felt her tongue as she licked her coffee lips
He knew the sting that she never could be his
She watched his green eyes sweep around the room
She felt his touch as they paused at her and smiled
She barely heard what other people said
She heard the depth of his seldom spoken words
She knew the sting that he never could be hers
They sat apart so they could look and not be seen
They didn’t touch
They didn’t touch
But they felt the pull between
They made excuses and left by different doors
They talked in silence
Their feet beat out the rhyme
The rhythm set by separate beating hearts
Not close enough to synchronise their time
The parting hug was a second far too long
A conversation by any other name
His breathing deep so that he could smell her hair
A guess how soon they might not quite meet again
She whispered a kiss just below his ear
It wasn’t much
It wasn’t much
But they felt it all the same
