Josephine - Richard Thompson

Josephine paces the room

Josephine wishes the stars would appear

Breathless she’ll run to her tryst

On the brow of the hill

If God will

Josephine looks for a rose

To perfume the tight angry curls of her hair

He’ll come this once, and maybe again, but where

Or when

And the leaves blow in

And the leaves blow into the hall

Josephine dresses her wound

One scent of blood and he might disappear

Or maybe he’ll want to devour her whole and complete

In a heart beat

Josephine talks in her sleep

More friends around her asleep than awake

Cries desolation to phantoms

But nobody hears

A dream’s tears

Josephine writes on the wall

Writes all the thoughts that escape from her head

Hundreds and thousands of words written small on the wall

That’s all