Happy New Year

I wanted to be your

First Kiss

of the New Year.

I wanted to kiss you back

and

hold you tight

and

smile up at you

while

all around us people were

singing and laughing and

havingfun.

I wanted to whisper

“Happy New Year”

in the privacy

of the smokypub corner

soaking up the atmosphere

of

fizzywine and

partycrackers.

 

At home,

The T.V’s on.

My box of tissues and I are trying

not to think of you.

Miss me too?

Lost

I lost you.
A tide of people
And your hand slipped.
Ordinarily I would swim
But this time the pull was
Strong and drag hard.

I lost you.
Cried quiet all
The way home and
The knot in my chest and
Cross in my twisted fingers
Couldn’t bring you back.

Your bed stays cold
And your clothes unworn.
There was nothing,
Nothing of you there at all.

For Sanne

You are blonde,
Brilliant,
As always,
Beautiful
And never dull.

You sparkle, shine,
Precious words
Dropping from
Ruby lips,
Snake-charmers hips.

Light up the darkest
Place, chasing
Dark and gloom
From another’s face.

Pour another drink,
Feel the hit,
Don’t fight the pull,
So wonderful.

You’re all they
Want and more.
Electrify,
Crazed by the times
They haven’t had
Before.

Competition

I think shyly about
entering.
Quietly read you for
understanding,
inspiration,
imagining your
imagination.
Grow smaller and
frozen pale as
I inhale your
precious words.
You are all giants,
winners and
published and
I am foolish.
I submit
to my shaking will,
put my leafed papers
back where they belong.
In the dark draw,
silent.