A no

Good morning
No, I’m sorry

No, forgive me

No, this is not a love story.


The kiss

The kisses of your lips
The tracing of your contours
The touch of clear sight
How many have there been before
Is it a pattern
A repeat
Or will she be able to say
When asked
You’ve arrived
At the end
Of the one-way street.

To cry

I cried that day
Not because you left
But because I knew
By your leaving
I had lost you
I cried because even though I knew you were going to write
I was never going to read your words
Even though I knew you would send your warmth
I was never going to feel your heat on my skin
The final goodbye
Because there would be no more hello
That was why I was sad
That was why I cried
And when reflecting upon it today
I think that is why
I am still crying.