Alice Poem by Sam Watkinson

That guy took my place, it should have been me,
Featured in your photos on top of the TV,
I'm jealous of you and the man I never met,
We should have been together Alice, is it too late for regret?
Or, too early, has our game not been played?
I've got a feeling I missed my chance when I never stayed.

Is that corner just for me, Alice;
The one by the door?
Don't make myself comfortable, right?
I belong on the floor.

I should have been sat with your father,
At those family dos,
Out in the Cotswolds,
With ironic Ps and Qs

I miss your shin, Alice, I miss what we didn't have,
I dream about you all the time, when I'm awake,
I suppose you would consider that sad.
But, really, do you like that type of music?
With stupid beats, whistles, and drums?
I could never abide that,
Perhaps that's why we had no fun.
So, solong, Alice, here's to where I should be,
Instead I write bad poetry without heart or melody.