No.42
3rd December 2002
-- Lost love --

I woke at dawn to the sound of rain
A soothing pitter patter
But then oh Christ! I felt the pain
She who was mine is gone, again

She leaves me every morning
When I wake from restless sleep.
Only my dreams can hold her
I wake - and then I weep

I weep for moments of lost joy
For glances, smiles and sudden knowing
That the alchemy of love
Would prove at last t'be our undoing