The comfort of night

I lay in the dark, not here
but there, my heart full of you
it’s half empty now

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through slatted rain fall
children run, laughing at the
April afternoon

Blutack stain

Walls empty, pictures gone. Yet the oily blutack stain remains on. Each grubby cluster holds a story. Knows the secrets that you never told.

Secrets that I’ll never know.

In the city night

Look past the street lights
beyond their neon glow
that star in the sky
do you see it too.

Soft scent of happiness

Sun glows rich and warm, I thought it had forgotten how
freshly cut grass runs in the breeze as cars pass on the tarmac
sitting on the street bench I bask for a while,
forget about the day

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formless clouds gather
change the sky for a moment
fade into nothing

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As the night draws in I think of this place.
A pillar red postbox, a landmark for us at least.
Now it’s gone, another relic removed.
Still I think of it. Bright red. Dark night.

Weather with you

Step out into the soft rain
inhale the earth, the moist air
transported to that place with you
a flash of memory I can’t erase

7am commute

Light soaks the sky
a washed out watercolor
blinding morning sun

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She gets out the letters. Her paper dreams. Delicately unwraps the foolscap paper, each fold creased in time. Her story weaved with ink and hope. She draws deep, inhales her youth.

She fingers through the letters, her aged digits stumble. She is getting tired. This body is spent. Finally she finds the one she is looking for. The letter she has read a thousand time. The day she remembers best.

Siting back she closes her eyes. Letter tight in her hand. She goes to sleep to dream of paper dreams.