Monologue of the Traveller between Countries

Press plays as you read. Salute.

I still when I'm out

Just look for you to dance with on any dancefloor 

No matter how full they all seem with the fake shallow

Beautiful look at me ones

Even after all these years 

Since you've been gone

I may now be forced to watch the pitiful lonely early sunrise

All alone on cold Sunday mornings 

Now that no one comes looking for me or my beloved wife and beautiful baby son

Who just loved to cry for me and I can still hear his sweet voice calling

I may lose some badly needed hope and dreams of salvation even though I've crossed difficult seas and walked countless miles 

Across so many nations

But with everything lately seeming so lost and out of control

The fear of loneliness may follow me around and stalk the very fabric of my soul as I walk

But I'll still speak to you both about our wedding photographs

The only things to remind me of you both 

Before the soldiers knocked on your mother's door and you left 

Treating you both and all the others like animal stock

Those photographs are the ones I'll always love and cling onto before God dug me this ungodly hole 

I'll always remember the only two people who seemed to really understand all my pain

My two incredible shelters from the storm who I once proudly stood with in the falling rain

I may not know where you both are 

Now that God's took you away to his secret hideaway

A place I pray you can watch the birds and our son can now grow free as he plays

A place where there's no separation by race religion or wealth

A place where money doesn't decide the level of your health

I'll never love any others like you two from now until oblivion 

I just know deep down 

That'll we'll meet again when I too must go into the cold ground

For no one else can ever take your places

For these painfully stinging emotions can never be unwound 

No matter who they're presented with or how beautiful their faces

You'll always be my two-midnight wishes

Special people who I'll never be able to resist 

We may be apart 

But in here 

In this secret special red room 

I keep hidden in my beating heart

We'll always be together 

For in there

My beating chest

We'll always be the apex of any and all of Michelangelo's

Priceless works of art

Copyright John Duffy

Inspired by a recent sad program I watched. 

The darkness seems to be growing every day.

Do you still believe someone will return to save us? 

(I hope so. Good night)