Somehow You Know

by Kevin Sinclair

Wander around the dead dark streets
In the middle of this silent night
You run your fingers through his hair
As he holds you close to his body
To shield out this bitterly cold wind
That blows so quietly; it's a ghost
It's a killer and somehow you know
That nothing can last forever.

Canberra can get so cold in winter
At night you freeze and want to die
Yet you share in his warm laughter
As he tells the jokes you love to hear
Induced by the liquor he's consumed
To keep out this cold; it's a ghost
It's a killer and somehow you know
That it will not last forever.

Lead him home to his warm bed
Lay him down to sleep it off
You love him, he's a whole lot of fun
You never want to see him change
But there will come a fateful day
And you'll feel the cold; it's a ghost
It's a killer and somehow you knew
That it would never last forever.

You pack your bags to leave
You feel the wound deep inside
As you've grown to hate this man
Who has slowly been destroyed of love
And to shut out this miserable fate
You turn your back on the ghost
On the killer and somehow you know
Good times never last forever.

This poem is from a collection of poetry by Kevin Sinclair. For a listing of other poems by Kevin published on this site, click here.