POSTCARD SONGS

(Shearer)

Sunday nights
Used to be nice
All together
Whatever the weather

Didn't understand
What happened?
So young
Where had you gone?
And for how long?

Monday morning
Didn't know what it meant
I might have dreamt
When he said
You were dead

People so nice
Sugar and spice
The pictures remain
The memory ingrained

Tears of grief
Lay the wreath
Kind regards
To the thief

Now I'm older
People say bolder
But sometimes when things aren't so clear
I wish you were here

© 2012 Andrew Shearer.