Alone with your Thoughts

In a warm sunny room

With a large bay window on the west facing wall

The sun is starting to set

When I hear that familiar creak at the door

In she walks, always the same time

Carefully shutting the door behind her

Kicking off her shoes, her coat falls to the floor

Quivering lips replaces that smile that once were

I watch her admire her newly decorated room

Dusky rose shades cover the walls

Matching pretty floral curtains and bedding

Trinkets and treasures cover the pine chest of drawers

Suddenly she walks towards the window

Gazes out onto the horizon but closes her eyes

She is remembering everything that has happened that day

No day seems to go smoothly but full of lows and highs

I sit on the bedside table next to the matching pink lamp

Watching her turn and walk towards me and sit on the bed

She is thinking and sighs when she realises how much she needs me

She knows I am the only one who won’t repeat what’s been said

As she sits and ponders

She suddenly remembers I am there

She picks up her pen

And that awful day she starts to share

How honoured I feel to know her deepest thoughts

Secrets, lies, fears, hopes and dreams

What has been said, what hasn’t, what needed to be

What has happened, what didn’t, what might have been

I accept the good and the bad

I don’t judge or despair

I just sit and listen, while she babbles on

I don’t have an opinion, maybe I just don’t care

You see when she has finished

Scribbling frantically down

I am put back in the drawer

And again left alone!