My eyelids felt heavy
as they slowly...
Every night, her
nostrils search for...
You'd think after drowning repeatedly
that eventually I'd learn...
if you climb silently into my skin
on a cold windy night...
So I've had to buy some spectacles
For I've been struggling with how I see...
Our hearts yearn for you
My soul is crying out...
Ink stains drip from my hands
as shadows dance upon the window sill...
Time did find wings
and catching up made impossible...
Somewhere amongst the
scattered commas...
Yes,
I look tough...
Once more a pen has been called to the sheets,
to form the words I wish to speak but are caught...
When a woman laments
you can visualize her discomfort...