Receipt by Lizzy Hardingham

 

There’s a receipt in a pocket of a coat. I haven’t worn in awhile.

For a tenners worth of train ride to take me back from your house to mine. 

And the buildings up at Blackfriars stretch to meet the midday sun

And on that lonely journey, I’ll think of all the things we could’ve done

 

Maybe the time wasn't right

We were just like ships in the night

Without a light

 

Burnt into my eyelids is the shine of your sweet blue eyes

But sometimes the sweetest things are only meant pass us by

I ball up the receipt as a thousand thoughts form a crowd

But the only one that lingers is what is she doing now

 

Maybe the time wasn't right

We were just like ships in the night

Without a light

 

Tell me you don’t feel the same

Whenever a stranger says my name

Tell me that I don’t write my best

When I’m in pain

 

Maybe the time wasn't right

We were just like ships in the night

Without a light