Strange Fire

Did I mouth the words of the songs
as we danced drunkenly dazed 
by your fireplace? 
Tell me I didn’t 
So I don’t need to say 
I didn’t mean the words of the songs 
I mouthed as we danced drunkenly, 
dazed by your fire as I was. 

Did you sing along? 
Out of habit or feeling? 
What is the music revealing? 

I sit here and sing the words of the songs 
I may or may not have been singing 
with you or to you. 

Every word is for you.



Previously published in Poetry Scotland