Etruria, Stoke-on-Trent, evening sky.
The nights are arriving-
The days are getting-
The evenings are becoming-
My love is waning
It is lost in the mists
Forgotten sunshine –
The subdued light.
Don’t you know I love you?
Don’t you know I care about you?
It’s bleak out here
It’s cold and grey.
My heart is lost, broken, destroyed.
It hurts that you don’t care,
It hurts that you’ve gone away,
You are here in body but not in spirit,
You changed before my eyes
Your memory has glazed over
Milky white, foggy, out of focus
I can’t break in, I can’t get close
I still love you
Won’t you remember to love me too?