In your miserable days,
You would think
That one day,
Like the flip of a switch,
In a polarising moment,
You will be over it all,
Over that person.
And something like
That moment
Does come.
What you don’t know
Is that more moments,
Of equal potential
To bring you to your knees
With the hope they bring,
Will succeed.
Too late, you will realise
You are never truly over someone,
But hopeful moments
Build up in you
The courage to stand.


One Night Stand

When they wake,
They stay in their warm shells,
Watching the sun traverse the sky,
Sated and content,
To just be,
And let time crawl by.
He leaves her warm arms
Pulling on his crumpled jeans
And nothing more,
And she watches him move
With the same grace
As the night before.
Neither speak,
Neither make a sound,
Both lost in their heads.
A word given,
A word taken,
In the confines of a bed.



Barefoot, you move through
The corridors of that house
Where dust dances a duet with dusk.
You make no sound,
And your sober clothes
Shout at me a story
Of a lifetime of subdued emotions.
Wispy strands of grey hair
Fall over your spectacles,
Like the paradox that is you.
You smile,
Laughlines and all,
And speak to me about
Distant lands and clever people
And I hear, but don’t listen;
I am too busy searching in you
For the story of the person
Who painted you in black and white
When you were made to be in colour.