Thought I’d go home, but I stayed alone.
Lay on my bed, looked through your pictures, help my hands and my head.
My mother’s coat and your breathing was loud as I dug a hole.
Though you never said two words to me, there was something it was so easy.
Your eyes were brown, you made my favourite sounds. Doll, I love how you looked at me.
But you’re not around and it’s hard to go home now so i stay here and i watch tv.
And i often think, when i'm on the brink, how those brown eyes perceived.
Was I good enough? Was I passable? Was i all that you’d hoped I’d be
The day we met and we ran you a bath to let the warm water wash away a troubled past?
Towel dried you fell asleep next to the fire. Could it be true this is all you desired?