Tossing, turning,
hard to sleep...
IF
!Confusion...
Laundry scattered
crossed my toes...
Stoic with a marble smile
and a fixed stare...
A pure coincidence of chance
To be sat there in that room...
This is just a test
for the real thing would not be...
Fall,
her whispers growing silent...
Sweet and sentimental touching tenderly
pearls of wisdom creates a well of serenity...
Pacific borealis
Fathoms in the quay...
I am only your opposite
not your enemy...
I live in a vessel
But I'm not my home...
Having you in my life is making me miserable,
a word I often feel too privileged to throw...