This is a slightly older poem written just after Christmas. I don’t think I was feeling very happy at the time.

I’m alive,
My heart beats rhythmically.

I see your smile,
My heart skips a beat.

I hold you close,
My heart dances with yours.

I watch you walk away,
My heart stops.
It is cold;
Unresponsive;
I am dead inside.

(c) Matt Davies 2006