Mislaid
Regret for good times lost.
We rarely share that feeling now When we were close, and life was full You used to sing our favourite song And giggled at my singalong You’re flat, you said You’ll rise, in bed Deep sighs hot kisses, tender touch So much moistened give and take, The laughs, the smiles, the cuddles too We swore would never end Yet cruel crowbar years have levered us, Adrift like planets lost in space All we share now is cold despair I know...