The Cobweb In The Back Of Your Mind Poem by Rachel Henley

The whiskey never tires of talking,
to anyone, even myself, anything about you.
I believe in your return of any tomorrow,
until then, let me continue in this sorrow,
of being in love with others without falling,
In my present happiness, there is no substance,
waiting on the call that I believe will come,
Happily postponing on life's 'must do's',
mortgages, marriages and maternity.
Loving and waiting hopelessly,
for a girl that has ignored my existence,
since another took her away.

I know I am the cobweb in the back of your mind,
the one you refuse to dust,
cling on to me,
as I cling on to you,
cling on to everything that ever was us.

Save your plans for me, the one who is waiting,
no my patience never will wear thin,
I am banging on the door that you are too scared to open,
We can salvage the wreckage, just let me in.

Oh the pitiful desperation of true love,
when all that it clings on to,
is the pain of what once was.