Sunday, March 1, 2009

Please Come Late by Hugo Williams

Please come late.
so that I have almost given you up
and have started glancing around the room,
thinking everyone is you.
Please don't come
until I have started missing you,
thinking I will never see you again,
praying you are lost.
Come too late for me not to notice.
Make me suffer,
wondering what you are doing
on the other side of town,
still in your dressing gown.
make me beg for mercy
when you pick up a magazine.

Are you looking in your mirror,
suddenly remembering me?
I'm on my second coffee by now,
eating the little bits of sugar in my cup.
Haven't you even set out yet?
I decide I don't want to see you after all.
I don't really like you.
I'd rather be on my own.
I know it is all over between us,
but I go on sitting here,
reading a newspaper,
not understanding a word.
If you came in now, I wouldn't recognise you.
Don't come anywhere near me
until I have gone slightly mad for love of you.

Monday, January 12, 2009

New Year's Resolution

Starting today, I am going to take care of myself.
I'm going to do all the things I've been putting off.
I'm going to do things because I want to, not because I'm forced to.
I'm going to write in my journal again.
I'm going to do laundry and clean my room and organize my desk.
I'm going to sleep.
And I'm not going to put up a happy front anymore.
Because I'm going to be happy.