Monday, December 14, 2015


is never easy

the worlds 
so awkwardly

the quivering touch
of a hand
turns into
a hard hug,
and a wish for a kiss

from lips 
too nervous
for understanding

deep breaths
of conversation 
explode into the air 

almost in ecstasy

"can you feel me again?"
"are we still we again?"

did you know 
what's in store
isn't as important
as the chore

of storing up memories
for the long abyss?

making haste
and promises
while the sun's in our favour

trying to savour
what;s between
the raindrops

before the darkness
comes again


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