Lonely Footsteps Turn Poem by Mark Heathcote

But there's nowhere to hide.
Hope is hiding its light under a bushel.
But a heart needs to be - life-size.
When love finds you and your heart
still desperately alive!

So you curl up like little boy blue.
All prickles and indignation
filled with missed assignations
because you've loved and lost
and bitterness haunts you!
As the pain inside still trembles-

With what's hurting deep inside;
You cry in the secret corners of your mind.
But there's a girl who leaves you.
With nowhere now to hide
lonely footsteps turn
but this time there's this warmth-

Inside you a glowing ember
that can't contain, any-more-loneliness
anymore lies
now you've found me
there's nowhere no reason for me to hide.