It's four o'clock in the morning, <br />No sleep for me this night, <br />I sit on the cold verandah, <br />And watch for a chink of light; <br />The wind howls round about me <br />The moon's not raised its head, <br />And you are out there walking, <br />Walking, <br />Walking, <br />And you are out there walking, <br />When you should have been in bed! <br /> <br />I'm shivering in the darkness, <br />It's colder than the crypt, <br />The rain that passed right over <br />Left puddles, where it dripped <br />My mind sets off to wonder <br />Why life should be so grim… <br />You said that you were talking, <br />Talking, <br />Talking, <br />That you were only talking <br />When I saw you there with him. <br /> <br />I questioned you on Monday, <br />I questioned you, and then, <br />You said that he was funny, <br />You'd talk with him again. <br />I said I didn't like it, <br />It wasn't right somehow, <br />But you just sat there sulking <br />Sulking, <br />Sulking, <br />You sat and faced me sulking <br />With a crease across your brow. <br /> <br />You left the house at seven, <br />You said: 'I won't be late! ' <br />You had to do some shopping <br />And be with your sister, Kate; <br />But when I phoned your sister <br />She said there was no trace, <br />And now the dawn is breaking <br />Breaking, <br />Breaking, <br />And now the dawn is breaking <br />Across my tear-lined face. <br /> <br />A sudden light at the corner, <br />I see he's brought you back, <br />That one last kiss of the morning <br />Has turned my vision black, <br />For I am sat in the darkness <br />Like a statue, frozen, stone, <br />With a kitchen knife by the awning, <br />Awning, <br />Awning, <br />And I think you'll still be yawning <br />When I drive the handle home. <br /> <br />22 February 2008<br /><br />David Lewis Paget<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-were-only-talking/
