Missing You

There’s a space on the page….



Between us a sea
An ocean of figures
Of meanings and photos
To lap at our shore…


train-690494_1280.jpgRhythm and Motion

I stare
At the busy, boring pattern of the velour seat.
So many shades of brown
And not one of them a match
For the colour of your skin…


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The airwaves crackle with restless energy
The static of hungry expectation
The length of never stretches on and on
For the elastic to snap


Knowing better, doing it anywayeye-1132531_1280.jpg
I am foolish, I’ve come out without my coat.
I am foolish, I’ve come out without my clothes



Alone in this place
I’m a small piece of driftwood
I wait on the tideline
and miss you like fuck.