Christmas lights hang from my ceiling,
Why is spirit so appealing?
I thought all good had gone from life,
It seems that spirit's self-revealing,
Hope is lost, but quickly found,
Behind the couch and on the ground,
I spent six months lying there,
I know she'll never come around,
It doesn't matter anymore,
You're still here but fading surely,
What once was pure black is grey,
My mind replays the complex story.
© Saxon Drury-Godden, 05.