He sleeps with her now, he kisses her brow,
they chatter and laugh and linger at day break
but when old fears awaken, making him scream
there's nobody nowhere who knows him like me.
I know from a look, from a sigh, from a stir,
I can see in his heart and I know much, much more
For I lived his nightmares and suffered his schemes
and there's nobody nowhere who knows him like me.
She looks kind of lost, kind of foxed, kind of scared
as she scurries about sifting through his affairs
and as sunshine makes shadows and moonlight appears
she'll look in my eyes to decipher his fears.
A touch of my hand, a glance at my face,
he catches my eyes as his nightmares give chase
and I watch and I wait and my heart aches to know
if he needs me more now than he ever dare show.
For I know from a look, form a sigh, from a stir
and I see very clearly, far clearer than her
and though they make love and he thinks that he's free
there's nobody nowhere who knows him like me.
Ruth Walters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nobody-nowhere/
