It doesn’t matter tonight.
It doesn’t matter tonight,
like last night and all those other nights.
A candle with no flame.
Where nothing burns and we just wait.
Ever waiting never changing.
It doesn’t matter.
I don’t let myself digest memories.
I can’t feel what we did before.
The first move always never made.
Like an ice cream in the shade.
After a while of no light shining.
I refuse to see the sun.
© G.P Williamson 2017