Here Be's Me

It's been eight days since I stepped out of the train, Shook my hand and you led me through the rain, Passion eclipsed your fears We became a trend that we liked last year. Every shoot of doubt shot up from your pleasure Fearing that you'd be this way forever But alone with me you felt your crisis twist; a tryst Up against the wall that night we kissed. Whiskey swirled against my gums And I felt like I'd never won Understanding, your disguise My memories, like tiny spies Infiltrate and hypnotise. It's been five days since I clambered on the bus, Wishing You and Confidence the best of luck Giving something else to muse on while you sleep Curled between memories in sheets.