When morning is mourning, <br />and night night... <br />between bodies hot! <br />or heavy heart beats <br />in other rooms, <br /> <br />Or sneaking back <br />before i go, <br />and miss you <br />or turn thought <br />back as far as it will go... <br /> <br />Catapulted lovers! <br /> <br />And trample up to the red van <br />twice, everything is doubling <br />up inside, <br /> <br />Because one chance kills <br />the lonely solitary figure <br />skidding through moonlight <br />to his job, <br /> <br />Forgetting love issues, <br /> <br />Or love's strewn tissues, <br />crumpled like white messages <br />all over the floor, <br /> <br />I'm coming back - back, <br />back to back - spines aligned, <br /> <br />Remember your colorful pyjamas, <br /> <br />so you can be here, <br />even when your not...<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twice-3/
