Try to put into words
The hole in back of your soul
When fish ain’t talking to birds
No love to patch it up whole
Our feelings sleepy with time
The distant land lies between
Though we both claim things are fine
They’re not as cool as we seem
Sure, it’s a lonely old world
Nights on the couch with the cat
Re-watching boy meeting girl
Romantic comedy’d out
A TV dinner for one
Served on a tray with a spoon
Sat picking every last crumb
Until you’re sick of the room
Midnight brings tea and a book
The cat asleep in your arms
Nobody coming to look
At what remains of our charms
And there’s no note to demand
No ransom number to call
The roll of tissue on hand
For when the tears start to fall
Katherine Shirley 