N) Alison

I remember sitting on the bed.
She smiled.
I'm sure she smiled.
And I drank my coffee.
She smiled and I drank my coffee.

Or was it the kitchen,
With dirty plates and cook books scattered arround
And I drank my coffee.

I remember her smiling,
Oh, so sweetly she smiled
She always looked so radient
So happy.
She would sit and smile while she dried her hair
And then she would touch me,
And my heart would shudder
As I yearned to hold her close to me
To run my fingers through her hair.
But instead I smiled,
And I drank my coffee.

We walked through streets full of bright lights,
Sitting in cafes, quietly talking.
Drinking coffee and talking.
She told me so much,
And I would sit and listen.
Sometimes I would smoke
And she would scold me and open all the windows.
We laughed a lot,
But mostly we cried.
I told her everything,
All the sad moments,
And the fun.
She laughed,
And I drank my coffee.

I used to read to her sometimes,
And gently scold her when she moaned.
Other times I would just watch her,
As she talked and laughed,
And as she slept.
She slept and I drank my coffee,
And then I left.

I always left.
We talked quietly as we watched the dawn rise,
And then I left.

On the last day I remember her packing,
She placed unread books into cardboard boxes
And I drank my coffee.
She talked as she cleaned the bathroom,
As she Hoovered the carpet,
As she washed the kitchen floor,
And I drank my coffee.

Her father came,
And then I left.