I woke at six to be with you
To be with you in spirit
In spirit as you travelled
Travelled to your friends
I woke fair slow to leave
To leave the dreams of you
Dreams of you quietly giving me
Giving me your telephone number
I could call
I could text
We could engage
In simple conversation
For after all
Whatever’s next
If all we maintain
Is self preservation
Home at seven to write of you
To write of you on your cold
On your cold dark journey
From seven to eleven quite how to say to you
Quite how to say to you, thanks for giving me
Thanks for giving me your telephone number
