The tactile brush of pages across… Trace memories and images of thing… I hold here in my hand a collectio… Concentrated emotion holding more… Another, and I can cry again at t…

I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?

I miss your love, you press into me like you’re tryi… to be me lean so hard on me that I struggle… I’ll sit on the floor and hug you…

Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man

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

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

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…

I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and

A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…

Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.