THE PAINT IS STILL WET

          THE PAINT IS STILL WET               TIM WILLIAMS    APRIL 2015

THE PAINT IS STILL WET ON THIS CANVAS
STILL THE INK IS NOT DRY ON THESE WORDS
MY BLOOD IT STILL PUMPS THROUGH THESE HEART VALVES
THIS THOUGHT IS STILL FRESH IN MY MIND
THE HORSE SHIT ON LIFES ROAD IS STILL STEAMING
THE SMOKE FROM THE CIGARETTE STILL HANGS

YOUR PERFUME IS STILL FRAGRANT IN THE BEDROOM
STILL SWINGING THE LOVE THAT YOU HANGED
SLIPPERS STILL WARM AT THE FIRESIDE
KISSES THEY TINGLE ON LIPS AND ON HANDS
YOUR FACE STILL STILL STARES FROM THE MIRROR
YOUR SHADOW STILL LONG IN THE LIGHT

HER VOICE STILL ECHOES IN HALLWAYS
YOUR SIDE OF OUR BED STILL WRINKLED AND WARM
HER HAIR ON THE PILLOW STILL LAYING
MY TEARS COLLECT IN A SAUCER, YOU KNOW
THE FILM WE WERE WATCHING STILL RUNNING
YES IT RUNS, IT RUNS AND IT RUNS

THE CAT SITS AND WAITS FORN IT'S SUPPER
DISHES STILL DRY ON THE SIDE
THE WASHING STILL HANGS ON THE LINE LOVE
THE WINE YOU POURED STILL REMAINS
YOUR GONE LOVE, AND YOUR NOT RETURNING
YOU'VE BEEN GONE NOW FOR 16 LONG YEARS