My apologies for forgetting
all the promises I tossed...

I'm thinkin' this is a poem,
a poem just for you...

I'm dreading tomorrow
and seeing that sorrow...

Take me away
fly me across...

There's so many things I could write
about the days that are grey and the dismal, black...

Sedate your simple questions as you watch
Time ticking past, you think...

Snapshots you hang on your white walls
of holding hands in a blizzard...

You promised me this,
a lullaby song...

Bottle up the sunshine
so you can taste it on your tongue...

Billowed sails of a bed with sheets
that fall gently down like winter snow...

Chewing on the wires
of a backwards pantomime...

Masterpiece of watercolours
washed over white and black...