I slice my heart, wafer thin. Fold it neatly, crisp lines crease. Each fold a breath, each mould a step. Caress this heart, this piece of me. Cradle it close, watch it grow. I open my hands and let you fly.
rain drumming softly
trickle of water falling
an afternoon storm
Fingers crawling on my face. Pinching at tears that graze and burn. Furrow lines buried deep. Seeds you planted long ago.
Early morning. Waking up. A light in the window, reflects like the moon. For a moment I forget. Forget where I am, what time it is. Inside or outside. Night or day. For a moment anything is possible.
still skies, moonlight paints
your dappled skin, time will fade.
Still water, clear and fine
a fish swirls, sudden movement
clouds follow, soil disturbed
Waterfall of thoughts cascade through my mind. Stream trickles down my neck. Icy cold, a shiver. Flowing, heavy on my chest. Struggle to breathe. I’m drowning.
I see the plans, the sketches form. Me and you just drawings. Changeable with a stroke. A picture not yet complete. Our unfinished draft. Erasable.
thoughts of you
Walk out. Shut the door. Just leave the light on. Don’t touch that switch. Don’t say goodbye. Not completely.