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It does little for the mind, to be in such close quarters. To wonder if I will walk into you on every street, round every corner. Perhaps we should have drawn up markings, boundaries we shouldn’t cross. But then rules were never your thing, you liked the risks you pushed the possibilities. You lived like you were terminal, living for danger and for fun. You ran red lights and started...
To The Great Loves
There are no great love stories today, it seems they are replaced by shorter flings. What happened to all the Heathcliffs, to professing love from balconies? We live in a world of not being in love and not being together. The Kathys would cry but pretend to look at others, whilst their scared to see, Heathcliff with another. We fool ourselves that no great love can exist. We move...
The Thread of Fate
I suppose fate often plays no part, He watches the credits And perhaps is sad, or maybe it is relief that flows from his eyes. Many talk of a preconceived destiny, of higher states, higher minds, higher love. Others stay more grounded, they don’t look up, but rather around, at who they may be next to, or what else is being said, hoping the God’s have tied that red, unbreakable thread,...
One boxed room with hanging candles, not lit, not extinguished. This room is ours, and we hid in closets and in covers between sheets from each other. We’d laugh, mute sounds. Pillow talk to muffle cries tumble, toss, touch, breathe… then crumble to the ground. You sleep on the left, I used to take the right because I knew you would twitch, startle in the night. I knew that you...