Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

In the moonlight
you saw how she

would look down
the corridor of years

waking in the middle
of the night calling

your name because
you had left the bed

to go for a pee or a
glass of milk to drink.

The moonlight would
not be the same moonlight

then and probably you
thought you wouldn’t be

there anyway someone
else would occupy the bed

where you ought to have
lain and made love and

hugged close and kissed.
Some things never happen.

Sometimes they’re almost
There within reach but missed.