Saturdays,
I still remember the haze
The Telegraph still waiting for your touch as
Sunlight streaks in
As if glitter on your skin
Has turned copper rose a little too much.
And I cant remember the last time you spoke
About a mistake I made or a few.
But I do remember
The month of December
When I couldnt say I love you too.
Looking down
Upon the colours too brown
To dial the number I starred
Just in case.
Was I too fast to chase,
That I reached the final line first?
I wish I was wise enough to know
That time could suck the life out of me
Was I too late to deliver the last breathe?
Or was I just too early?
