Drew Dillon - The Letter

Days pass, he's quiet
Weeks go by, it seems we're by it
Then I return home to the flat
Key in the door as I adjust the mat
A dark hallway and no sign of life
The flat is cold, hasn't seen warmth tonight
There's a silence like a vacuum that pulls me down the hall
And a screaming from the table, a white piece of paper and a scrawl
Is bathed in orange street light from the lamp outside
Amidst the dark and amber warning, a pen sets to its right side
As if I may reply
But it's large scrit and free space is shy
I quote he wrote

Well I've taken my things and I've gone to stay with friends
And I think
Is this all it's worth if this is how it ends

Abandoned
He planned and
I want to go about my life
But I lock myself up in the flat that night
I've allowed him to get under my skin
And I can enjoy nothing, cause everything was him
I actually forget how to smile
I can't access the muscles though God, I try
I start to trip, to stammer to stutter in my speech
I can't meet peoples eye
This is all brand new to me
The room now has a funny way of spinning and I'll have to hold tight
Something's arrived at my door and it's come knocking tonight

Written by:
DILLON, GILL, DEAN DILLON, VINCE GILL

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