I keep hearing that song.
That song you played
When you were still something.
When you were still alive.

I remember you placing
Your hand in mine, trusting
You had the moments left
To do anything.

You had your whole life.
A million breathes to take,
A whole life and everything.
When you were still alive.

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Originally published 14 December 2016



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The sun
Like a memory
To shine
A light
On those sins
We hoped
Winter’d help us forget.
Abandoned conversations,
Overgrown scars,
Lay alone.
But sun’s
Indecent exposure
All lost paths.

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Primitive Archaeology

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Preserved in the permafrost of time
Lost beneath the layers of deceit,
The decrepit solutions for a forgotten age.
The sage solutions, easy fixes, neat tricks.
A sticking plaster to hide the wounds
From prying eyes, and dying sighs.
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After You Have Gone


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Your heady perfume haunts me
That scent of you in the air.
Dizzying sensations that linger
Like the silhouette of a body
Just sketched on the pillow
When nobody is there.

I caught a glimpse of your shadow
A fleeting glimpse, just a hint
That you were there
Before it was gone.
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I see waves beat upon the shore.
But if I close my eyes
I feel the ripples, reverberations
Of some other place and time.
The tide evokes memories
With the sound of its ebb and flow.
These whispers of yesterday in the water,
When I close my eyes and give myself to the sea.
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