Some nights I miss you. Some nights I don’t care. The moon smiles wide in the darkness. Full of you tonight.
In light rain, fingers slip. Skin slides. Contactless. We lose grip. Fall apart.
Grey clouds, sunny skies
our year slowly fading
just another day
Sun glimmers on still waters. A ripple cascades. Changes the scene.
Walk out. Shut the door. Just leave the light on. Don’t touch that switch. Don’t say goodbye. Not completely.
The heavy storm has broken, the sky crisp with relief.
Here in the aftermath, amid broken shells and half eaten crabs,
hair cracked like seaweed, draped in tattered cloth her eyes forever open.
Your doll, the one we bought from the Woolworths on the sea front, she waits for your return.
its cold hands gripping
tight on my heart
squeezing out the
last of my warmth
laying me down to sleep
thought of you
cracks a little deeper