in cornflower skies
we collect broken shells
as the ocean sings
it’s song
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This night I think of you running for the bus, falling in the rain. A yesterday. Forgotten. A routine we won’t play.
Still time to change
Let the rain fall, drench your skin.
Sodden, you walk. Walk still.
Tomorrow will renew, a change of clouds,
a slice of sun. Wake yourself from this dream,
another chance, another day.
Empty Skies
rain fall like fingers slipping through my hands.
lost in the ocean of this never ending grey.
beating at the surface, licking at the wounds.
salt breaks, aching.
Not feeling ready yet
Leaves fall
like butterflies
skeletons in
the wind
The exhale of the ocean
as you colour, crayons sweepings, I dream of the ocean. The waves lapping. To and fro, in and out. A breath exhaled. A friend waiting. The salt on my tongue. Bitter.
waiting for silence
In a room full of noise, I wait for the breath, the soundless moment, the sea of calm. Lapping at my ankles. I wade through the storm.
06.03.18
We drink sour milk, not quite expired but on the turn. A bitter taste on our tongues as we talk until we no longer hear what the other has to say.
Those that fall
outside my back door a canvas of snow,
its stark beauty blinding
I cry, heart bitten by the
flakes that dance
sweeping, striking, falling hard.
flat on the floor,
I’m done.
Tonight I sleep alone
Listening to that song, and another
aching for those nights we
no longer
have
longing for a whisper
a touch
still.
