26.11.20
I write poems
About you in my head
Many will never meet a pen
Or be heard again
I think about your eyes
The glimpse of light
I'd catch in certain angles
And then you'd blink..
Did I really see that
Did I really say that
It wasn't that bad
And that's what I'd say
To protect the next poem
Cos I have more to say
I don't know what or why
Cos even when I try
The only image in my mind
Is that smile
I remind myself that I
Wasn't always satisfied
Often felt alone
Too vulnerable.. to the bone
I often would want more
Then instantly regret
The energy I used
The time that was spent
But when you'd look at me
Sometimes I would see
The other universe
Where neither is cursed
Our meeting is our peace
And we are finally free
But here we are
There and here















