Throw me a bone

Throw me a bone (10th June 2008, 10.23pm)

Can you hear me in the silences
in the house where you live, alone?
Does my laughter abound, that loud,
homecoming sound, behind the traffic
and Sky Sports One? Are you having fun
with her, the new girl that stole my name and
took my heart? Do you think we’ll stay apart?
Can you feel me in between your empty sheets
when she’s not there during the week?
Does her body compare; does she respond
beneath you, above you, the way I loved you?
Has she had to learn to share? Are the
conversations good, and does she hurt
you like I could? Do you lie to her?
And in your empty house, who is there to
keep you fed, clothed and mucked out?
Who is there to lay awake and miss you
now when you don’t make it home?
Throw me a bone, call me and let it out;
in the middle of the night, we can set the
past to rights; we can stamp over old ground,
and in your words I’ll drown, in those familiar
tones; I will take my chances in my ears;
I no longer fear that I’ll fall backwards down
the stairs into our years, misled by the phone.
Yes, throw me a bone.