Alan Hull Breakfast
In the morning you rise, night is still in your eyes Moving warm with content, the memory of your body's scent I watch your striptease in reverse, dip my head in your purse Smiling softly you say, that I could not get much worse.
Then scream of the kettle making steam Reminding you and me, we need a cup of tea Intimate breakfast scene, with sausage, egg and beans Weetabix and jam and lightly grilled brown ham.
Talking gently and low, I ask you why you must go Having asked it I know, instead of yes you'll answer no.
Oh no, I've got to go back home My child is all alone, don't ring me on the phone My husband will be there, it really isn't fair He still belives in trust, I've got to catch my bus.
Looking through the window pane, watch her leaving me again Wondering what's in her head, I slowly sink back to bed.
And I feel so empty that I must be dead.
