sometimes when it comes to raw emotion
there is no holding back
i treasure those last words
conversations and moments exchanged
You Were Human (Originally Untitled) – Written March 2012
i miss you
but you are not here
to hear that
to be told
to gather us up
in one final hold
Other Lives – (Originally Untitled) – March 2012
i sighed…
i get why i should
but my mum has died
and right now, i never could
Early Birthday Present – Thursday 20th February 1997
she is a girl
that i could watch close
inches from her smile
stay a minute, stay a while
Four Days of Thinking – Thursday 20th February 1997
i am tentative in my approach
i am tired of meeting the strange
i do not need their hang ups
they end up being my own
Shipwreck – Thursday 20th February 1997
a luxury liner reclining in decadence
i should have been told
that life’s seas are a nonsense
Dipping a Toe In – Thursday 20th February 1997
i do not want to get attached
because i am scared of getting hurt
but i do not want to remain detached
because i really like you
The Day That Never Came – Friday 9th March 2012
another phone call
with formalities exchanged
no search from, ‘wood’, try, ”barker’
her former name
Bond – (Originally Untitled) – March 2012
death has found us
and took –
one of our own
it has found a place
turned into a hovel and called it home
I Think of Her… – Written March 2012 (Aged 37)
when it has hit back
and knocked you to the floor
when it rolls over to be tickled
and responds with claws
