Un autre soir ennuyant,
Et toi t'es pas la,
Les larmes tombent
Sur mon oreiller,
Et je ne peux pas t'oublier
C'est un autre soir ennuyant.
Belton Richard
Just another sleepless night here
too busy over-thinking things
to wear out the stack of DVDs
I’m just another shadow lying
in the flickers from the TV screen
the sound too low to hear
I’m reading their distant lips
one word in five or six
I’m staying out of bed
until daylight tells me
I don’t need to go there anyhow
it’s cold and the sheets are grey
but I won’t wash them
and lose the lipstick kiss
the last thing you left me
as a careless afterthought
It makes me feel somehow
you’re still here in the house
it’s a straw I still cling to
like the smell of your empty closet
so I close my eyes and guess
how far the clock-hands will travel
by the time I open them
the sad refuge-game of the sleepless
Bronze trophy winner
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