Sunsets in our Front Room

I don’t know why
But I must be cursed
She said
Counting the shillings
From her mothers purse
She went
My trust is with God
To decide my fate
She sighed
I’ll always be waiting
For you at His gates
She cried
I’d die for more time
To spend with my own
She goes
And finds an old, hidden
Love note
She boasts
I used to be a skin head
But no one can know!
She laughed
As light touched her face
Setting fire to her bones
She smiled
I loved her

(she knows)