I woke and you weren’t there.
Memories remain
of last night’s play,
last night’s love.
Night’s elation,
morning’s despair;
words spoken solely for their sound?
It’s easier to make a bed
than a meaningful relationship.
I've no idea how this blog will develop, suffice to say I expect it to evolve during the next three years; during this time I shall be attending a British university and fulfilling the role of a mature student. +++++++++If you'd like to email you can at+++ mature.student@yahoo.co.uk