She lies sleeping
She lies sleeping...
as I pick up my shoes
and make our way
(on tip-toes)
towards the bedroom door.
I pause.
Love like life, peters out.
So with a final look
at what I've left behind
I leave both the gossip
and the theatre
that has been
someone else's past;
someone else's entertainment.
Then something catches my breath
as she gently stirs..
words and foto by T Carroll
Harry O'Neill
Sat 21st Apr 2012 00:07
Tommy,
I take it it`s your `tip toes` that are taking you and the shoes to the bedroom door?
By the way, I love those last two lines.