Poem from a Long-Distance Runner.

I’ve considered every single word you’ve said,

And not just because you’re very good in bed.

But you’re banging your head against a big brick wall,

If you think I’ll ever take that job on short-haul.

It’s something that I find hard to justify,

But saying I hated long-haul would be a lie.

You were happy enough when this affair began,

So why can’t you still take me as I am?

My mood and attitude would not be right,

If you forced me to come home every night.

Your friends may say you’ve found yourself a keeper,

But I still look forward to nights alone in the sleeper.

There’s no-one else, no-where, no way,

And there’s nothing else that I can really say,

I’ve no idea where it all went wrong.

No future and I’m going, going, gone.