There was room

One word - reconciliation * Inspired by Brian Fallon's song You Have Stolen My Heart

There was room for you in the denim of my jacket

and the beating of my heart, room for you in the

blankets bundled up on the bed, the foggy meadow

in my misty head

There was room for you in the chill autumn blue

and in the clasp of my hand, on the cobbles

out in the cold and there was room for you

in the kettle as I boiled water

There was room for you in the white pages of

my notebook, where you could leave footprints

in the pristine snow, where you could whisper 

in my ear and never let go 

There was room in my smile and room in my eyes, 

room for a tale but never for lies

And now the room that was made is there for you to grow

and there's room for the future, of which we cannot speak...

we're not yet to know 

Reviews

[Beccy]

This is a lyrically beautiful poem and I am really surprised at the total lack of comment.

'There was room for you in the white pages of
my notebook, where you could leave footprints
in the pristine snow,'

For me, the above lines are a poetical tour de force, in what is a truly excellent piece of writing.

Beccy.

[Thomas Emile Vaughen]

Beccy, I cannot tell you how much this review means to me. Genuinely grateful for your review.
read moreBeccy, I cannot tell you how much this review means to me. Genuinely grateful for your review.

Hope you're having a lovely day!

Best,

C. Peril