I sit, surrounded by things. Things you used to own. Photos of things we’d done. I gather them up, into a mountain of memories. Set them alight. Watch us burn. Alone. I watch the fires dance. Bright sparks reaching for the night sky. A tear in my eye. I look to the stars, watch the smoke weave it’s way to them. A chill in the air. I sip my mug of wine. Say goodbye. Watch the fires burn. The heat fade. The ashes sit grey.
we walked the dog
in forgotten summer rain
I reached for your hand
A song. A feeling. The weather. The trees. The city moving. I stay still. Frozen by memories of you.
Sweet tea, lonely heart. I drink in darkness.
I’m a conker, fallen
shell cracked, and weak
vulnerable I’m lost
crushed under the city
life weighs me down.
Stars bright, night skies. I walk tonight. Walk to where I know. This familiar path aching. Through the city, where memories linger on each corner. Out towards your place, my heart jitters, my pace slows. I stop. Look to the window. Woodwork cracked, paint peeling. The plant I use to water pushed against the glass. The leaves I cared for wilting.
pastel skies weep, a colour wash fades,
we tip the water, rinse away the remains of this forgotten day
It’s nearly your birthday. I try to ignore it, my heart pounding. Every year I worry, someone will see it beating fasting, someone will notice the tear in my eye. I don’t see you. The last candle blown out long ago.
I stand, staring. Thinking of a kitchen in another house. Staring out a window with a different view.
the space between our fingers
waiting for the other
to reach out.