I've not dreamt her maybe for four years the four shared years with the other her. But the other's past and she's back She's at my back She's back at last She serves up lies Her mind crimes During Sleep time viewed by shut eyes How is it that she... She's still inside me? And she's back with a surname change Rend or Rench Remembering names From within the almost Well, I almost didn't You know, remember But I did And both are suitable Subconscious play Perhaps or psychic note I find myself drawn. A fierce animal tug I am impotent and I am silent she's counting votes and someone has won by one and she has to explain about a recount which she does with BBC'ness That commonwealth correctness And as she holds The eyes Of All present In her soft Heart Stopping hand Rolling them like marbles Like Chinese balls I find myself frozen not knowing if she has seen me and so I'm floor bound and shrinking away she's a radio show host has to be in for a 5am broadcast one letter and her advice Delivered by her open mouth To an awakening She is close to being The voice of god how did she get that The god thing The radio being and she has a fair few Acting gigs, small parts but It's a start and Who knows where She'll end up. She does. She always has I saw her being filmed in a taxi for something maybe eastenders and she looks divine I don't mean wow I mean glowing From within, her Translucent skin Displaying the power Of ultra cool and I have love for her and envy of the others those who now feed her And feed on her. she's made it she's almost famous after all she did want to so be the most attractive the most desired and she's there the car drives past me and I can see her smiling at the man sat next to her she hasn't seen me she never sees me now I am a ghost fading fast a shadow in time a few minutes to midday for her in am... I am... Tick tock tick tock I am not.