A Handful of Ghosts
It was while
Sharing your
Bed with
A handful of
Ghosts
I was forced
To conclude
There was just
Never enough
Room
There for me
So as I bring
You your tea
And a handful
Absolutes
Plus a few
Home truths
Each one
Of them painted
In delicious
Black and white
I leave them
Here for you
To digest
At your leisure
Any time of
Day or night
And remember
Whatever
Else you do
Keep my number