Morning For One

The morning comes with soft grey fingers touching

the room

Ghostly slides around the walls

Brushing the face on the pillow

Lighty touching her shawl.

At six o'clock the bell is screaming splinters the air,

Pressing through into her sleep

Making her think of the morning

And the dream she can't keep.

Slides out of bed, feels her heart and slips on her

slippers

Ruffles her hair, nobody there.

The window blinks and looks at morning.

For one to share.

The kettle sings its song of sorrow, coould have been joy

didn't have a chance to care

For he had gone before morning,

Had no longing to share.

She'd cleaned the room and kisses the flowers, labour of

love

Didn't even say goodbye

Taken his hat from the hallway

Leaving her there to cry.

No getting away she had to go to the office

So powder your nose

Nobody knows

The doorway grins and lets in the morning

For one to share.

She walks the street with tiny footsteps, people go by

Doesn't ever see the sky

Clutches her coat tight around her

Trying hard not to cry.

The station yawns as people hurry, press past the doors

Crowding tight onto the stairs

Suddenly he's there beside her

Can't he feel how she cares.

He's turned must have seen her pushing past

them to reach them

He hurries away. What can he say

She stands alone all wrapped in morning

For one to share.