Feel You Here – Written December 2025 (Aged 50)

I feel you close by
as your memory
opens up traps in my eyes.

Longer, Harder Softer – Written Monday 1st December 2025 (Aged 50)

but I have never known how you feel,
or even felt.
To me, with you,
there was always something
that could never melt.

Rings of My Tree: Written November 2025 (Aged 50)

when the weather makes you a cup of tea,
and you hold on,
because there is a storm in every brew,
and walking away
just hurts too much.

Diesel Trains – Written Wednesday 27th August 2025 (Aged 50)

Back on the diesel train,
electrification is a situation
I once found
in birthday dreams

The Tartan Tin – Written Tuesday 26th August 2025 (Aged 50)

I married someone once,
and the devils must have sat around
eating shortbread
from a tartan tin.

The Hard Part – Monday 25th August 2025 (Aged 50)

The hard part is,
I don’t remember.

I Still Love You – Sunday 24th August 2025 (Aged 50)

Yet, I still love you,
and it feels like trauma,
with a bow of grief.
I see us in pictures,
and something feels incomplete

Do I Belong To You? – Written Thursday 7th August 2025 (Aged 50)

things that turn up
like pieces of things that turn up late,
pieces of things
pieces if things held together with tape.

Provided Me With Love – Written Wednesday 25th September 2024 (Aged 49)

it has always been this way,
back to the days of
satchels and demountables
in village primary schools.

The Road Back To Happiness – Written Friday 19th July 2024 (Aged 49)

friends,
who turned into lovers
people who had something to lend
but when we pulled back the covers
struggled to to turn back into friends