There is nothing tonight.
The magic of Christmas is not quite and
Santa has lost his ho ho ho
And you wish you still believed
But you are empty and so is he and
You wonder if the next year will
Ever become the next year
Or if it really is a white Christmas
And if the very next day you’ll give it away
For free
Like always
You find a rose
Crushed petals
Between rough pages.
You try to remember a time
When it was in bloom
But spring found winter quickly
And it’s hard to know
When the cold set in.
You say let’s
Stick together but I heard
That the glue upstairs
Keeps the bedsheets
Sticky for nights like these.
Bed one, bed two.
One for me and one for you.
You ask me how long I have been at sea, adrift
How long I have been waiting to wash up, wet
on golden shores.
I say I have left land, spread sails,
Tasted salt on skin and let rolling waves take me further towards my horizon,
closer now
than ever before.
soft now
i hear your leaves sing
rasp low on a summer breeze.
you are music to my jaded ears,
the songbirds blush.
a symphony in green,
my reminder of what could be,
a quiet glimpse of a
different song.
We’re watching swallows
Swoop and dive
Together.
You’re sat,
Warm, safe,
Purrung on my knee.
I’m thinking about days of
Summer.
You’re thinking about
What’s for
Tea.
Stiff fingers and
Tight words.
You wanted to write about
Hot and bleached and sea
But you’re back to
Cranking out the same
Old;
Disappointment and a
Skinful of lies.
