FROM THE DEPTHS
...a story will rise.
 
 

Do you miss me
like you did
when we were
running away
because

Quite insane
that’s how I felt
only children
playing in the garden
somehow

we didn’t know
any better

I’m feeling low
but I suppose
that’s all part of
getting
old
when the time is
“just too soon”
time prevents us
hastening days
more and more
towards
judgement

I know
you understand
life and death and
slowly
fading
easily mistaken for
“adieu”
wasting away
when we have
to live for
the end
of the existence

of a life
lived in flutters

I said
I’m feeling
a strange bliss
wasting away
with you
though life is

you said
contentment in
living each day
in kisses
is hollow
when you are

making
tracks

Too preciously
perceived
and  particularly

pondered predicaments
are petty 
predictably

painful

Couldn’t we
for a moment
trail after
memories
of scraped knees
as you fell
out of
love
too quickly
reached out
watched it  

just stop
leaving
breadcrumbs
don’t speak
of scraped hands
when you felt
time
slipping
so you
snatched at it
felt it

Slip through
your fingers

If we say
over and over
it is meaningless
before
heavy silences
does it mean
anything
don’t forget to

goodbye
you claim that
it wouldn’t last
breaking
softly
give me
but hope
lock the doors but

write me
letters

Do you miss
leaves around
your feet
dangerously close
 to the edge of
your shoes

the sun fried
October fog
disappearing
over
the horizon
idly

holding fast
to the land

Panicking
provoking
paralysis

Typically
trepidations
caused

Through lack of
perseverance

I’ll doubt
waking up
bleary-eyed
will
change us
like dying
in the limbo
I said
for you  

how we will manage
in this new
world
we survive
terribly
but still aware
of nothingness
I’d wait
but

I’d gladly give up
this virtue

It’s been
forever since
we loved
lying on forest floors
facing youthwards
“show me horizons”
colour me
turquoise
green

Years passed
we forgot
each other
dreading the dark
and fanciful
“deal me desire”
lost in
a kind of blue
disturbing

empty open
oceans

where sand becomes
cloudy skies
some sort of
upside down weather

hurricaned and
twistered into
submission
we like it

or not

Pack away the
postcards
pretending to be
pictures of  

finger paintings
and paraphernalia
more than memories
lies of

A perfect past

Do you miss me
like you did
longing
for us
done with
lilac nights
burnt days
hazy

Still
breathing out
and breathing in
just about
surviving
saving
leaving
visions of

dying suns and
summers

I’ll stay
away
where
it’s brighter
subtly
rain-swiped

I’ll go
to
the light
glinting
off the
windscreen 

dragging rays
of
resolve

I said is this the end
of the road
that
once saw us
way
past reason
a part of
being  

you said nothing
I knew
you
the same
but time ticks
and that’s all
living really
is

standing static
stating
circumstances