Things I would do if life was different
I'm sat back, a sense of warmth in my soul.
I've a drink in hand and a safe friend.
More than a friend. A lost love.
Their ear is my ear.
We've spoken before, a bubble in time.
I say 'If I could'
She knows it's not real, not so in the place I'm at,
Caught, a trapped rat.
But she smiles anyway. I'd run away.
If I could. With her.
She's crying now and my warmth is gone.
I say sorry. She takes my hand and we go.