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Monday morning - Stephanie Kirkham

At eight o'clock we said goodbye.

That's when I left her house for mine.

She said that she'd be staying in,

well she had to be at work by nine.

So I get home and have a bath,

and let an hour or two pass

Drifting in front of my TV,

when a film comes on

that she wants to see.

It's Monday Morning 5:19,

and I'm still wondering where she's been,

'cos every time I try to call

I just get her machine.

And now it's almost six am,

and I don't want to try again,

'cos if she's still not back

then this must be the end.

At first I guess she's gone to get herself a pack of cigarettes,

a pint of milk,

food for the cat,

but it's midnight now and she's still not back.

It's Monday Morning 5:19,

and I'm still wondering where she's been,

'cos every time I try to call I just get her machine.

And now it's almost six am,

and I don't want to try again,

'cos if she's still not back then heaven knows,

what then,

is this the end?

At half past two I picture her in the back of someone else's car

He runs his fingers through her hair.

Oh you shouldn't let him touch you there!

It's Monday Morning 5:19,

and I'm still wondering where she's been,

'cos every time I try to call I just get her machine.

And now it's almost six am,

and I don't want to try again,

'cos if she's still not back then heaven knows,

what then,

is this the end?