Answers

You come here

Seeking answers

To questions you don’t dare to ask.

I’m fine.

I’m sleeping/not sleeping

My life away.

Tomorrow I might

Garden. I have

Things to do other than

Dwell on what might have been.

I do know one thing.

We deserve more from life

Than to exist.

Waiting.

For it to start.

Or change.

Hope that helps.

Sadness

I always try my very best

to find the meaning

To learn the lesson

From any disappointment

But in this

I cannot.

There is nothing

But sadness.

Too much

I showed you so much of me

More than I’d ever revealed before

And found we had such things in common.

But this, not even 10 per cent

Was an overwhelming

Flood that washed you away

I thought we were meant to be

Together, forever.

Now we’d finally found ourselves

The searching was over

At last

We could rest.

And now to know

We have to journey on

Alone

Without the other

Half of my heart

Has frozen.

Broken.

Messages from abroad

My sister is the other side of the world

From me

Geographically

And in character

We are opposites

I think.

An ocean separates us

Unfathomable depths

Waves of history

Dark secrets just below

The surface.

Islands of pain

Once part of the same landmass

Unrecognisable now

As shared landmarks

Scar our vistas.

So I send her photos of her cat

Before I sleep

And wake to her message

About an unseasonable storm.

You’re

So vain

I bet you think

These words are about you

Don’t you

Don’t you?

I listen to your voice

And it’s like the first time we spoke

As if the intervening months

The years; their events

Had not yet taken place.

I miss your words.

The Geese are going

Noticed a swan family and a geese family (goose family?) flying purposefully north this morning.

I know it’s mid September but this heatwave lulls us in to a false sense of how far away the colder nights may be.

However Winter IS coming. And the birds know the timetable to follow.

Hope

The distance remains the same

But a gulf has opened up

Between us

And I wonder if

We can bridge it

Rebuilding

Redesigning

Reestablishing

Our connection

Before all is lost?

I sometimes wonder

How you ever

Found time for me

Before.

Then I remember

The snatched and fleeting

Moments of pleasure

You sought

I thought

I was more

Than that.