Empty room. Silent tears. The plant bows it’s head. Sorrowful.
I’m a conker, fallen
shell cracked, and weak
vulnerable I’m lost
crushed under the city
life weighs me down.
a leaf falls today
drifting to the puddled floor
Autumn in the air
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.