At eight o`clock we said goodbye, that`s when I left her house for mine. She said that she`d be staying in - well she had to be at work by nine. So I get home and have a bath, and let an hour or two pass; drifting in front of my TV, when a film comes on that she wants to see.
It`s Monday Morning 5:19, and I`m still wondering where she`s been, `cos every time I try to call I just get her machine. And now it`s almost six am, and I don`t want to try again, `cos if she`s still not back then this must be the end.
.At first I guess she`s gone to get herself a pack of cigarettes, a pint of milk, food for the cat, but it`s midnight now and she`s still not back.
It`s Monday Morning 5:19, and I`m still wondering where she`s been, `cos every time I try to call I just get her machine. And now it`s almost six am, and I don`t want to try again, `cos if she`s still not back then heaven knows, what then, is this the end?
At half past two I picture her in the back of someone else`s car - he runs his fingers through her hair... Oh you shouldn`t let him touch you there!