Mountains

 In the middle of a mountain valley, 
Everything is quiet, 
Two people sitting opposite each other, 
Not a word, completely silent. 

Searching through each other's eyes, 
Looking for something lost, 
Wind rattles through a million trees, 
Rattles through love's ghost. 

It's nigh on 40 degrees,
But it's really cold right here, 
Sitting opposite a stranger,
When it's a lover who should be near. 

He texts someone else, 
Wishing he was with his whore, 
Sleeping in single beds, 
Because I don't do it for him anymore. 

He gets up silently, 
Makes coffee for him alone
I lay in bed, silent tears, 
Because I saw the messages on his phone. 

'it's magical here,'
He said to her 'Wish I was with you'
'sounds wonderful' she said to him, 
'I really miss you too'. 

A family emergency, 
He loves me again,
But a wall is being built. 
I drink quietly, hold his hand, 
Tell him it'll be fine. 
Bide my time, watch my tone, 
Build a wall with mountain stones.