This is an interior sound and it will not travel
It is only for you
Don't you remember?
Before severity won its war upon your face
and the hotel corridors beckoned
From where the party girls ran past you, wrapping
curtains round themselves and singing “tell me the time”
From where the shadow circled you like perfume,
swooping in to brush your neck
The whisper of a new life.
And in the time it had taken for the night to
become morning you had made the decision and taken the first steps
Out of the front door and down the gravel drive-way
Feeling refreshed by the misty rain as you ducked
into the passenger seat
Happy and excited, the whispered promise exploding
all around you
a mirror to the breaking dawn
