I wrote this poem when I was in Amsterdam. It was a way of venting my feelings at the time, as I had no-one else I could discuss them with. I don’t think it’s very good, but it’s different.

2am;
Sat indoors;
Thinking of you;
I’m not sure why;
I walked along the canals;
I saw couples arm-in-arm;
My mind could see you and me;
Now I wish I had a chance with you.

(c) Matt Davies 2005