Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst

Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…

Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…

There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and

Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree

I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved

I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…

I dreamt, vivid, I asked your han… conscious uncaring we whirl togeth… Is it too much to ask for such a c… I know I have asked, and you said… But it’s not easy to drop affectio…

Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…

Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.

tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…