Holding my shirt, when-ever I walk
She is always there, like a nagging wife
Beautiful though she is:
She’s always capturing my attention.
Always whispering in my ear
Reminding me of the dark trodden paths
The hard falls in the past
Gossiping about the so and so that’s better than me
The path they take that I can’t
The lives they live that I couldn’t.
With a sinister smile, she mentions:
My past falls,
Lets me realise: my present fall,
Says ‘I told you’
As she predicts the next fall.
If only it weren’t right!
But she’s frowning now:
She knows I’m planning to get rid of her,
To wake up one morning and take off before dawn
Or to drop her in the city and leave her there
She looks into my eyes seductively
“I’ll always be with you”