He sleeps with her now, he kisses her brow, <br />they chatter and laugh and linger at day break <br />but when old fears awaken, making him scream <br />there's nobody nowhere who knows him like me. <br /> <br />I know from a look, from a sigh, from a stir, <br />I can see in his heart and I know much, much more <br />For I lived his nightmares and suffered his schemes <br />and there's nobody nowhere who knows him like me. <br /> <br />She looks kind of lost, kind of foxed, kind of scared <br />as she scurries about sifting through his affairs <br />and as sunshine makes shadows and moonlight appears <br />she'll look in my eyes to decipher his fears. <br /> <br />A touch of my hand, a glance at my face, <br />he catches my eyes as his nightmares give chase <br />and I watch and I wait and my heart aches to know <br />if he needs me more now than he ever dare show. <br /> <br />For I know from a look, form a sigh, from a stir <br />and I see very clearly, far clearer than her <br />and though they make love and he thinks that he's free <br />there's nobody nowhere who knows him like me.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nobody-nowhere/
