I sit here in the stillness

Writing you poetry you will never read

Hearing your voice through the quiet

Like a long missed storm

Imagining your breath on my neck

As if you had actually been near

Saying to the emptiness

'I miss you so much'

As the sky does to the sun

Feeling the

It's best not to waste slow moving time

and it's not always wise

to run with the tales of the starry eyed.

Maybe through a change of tides and winds

our faces and eyes will meet again.

Like the lovers we were

lest the fear.

And it wouldn't matter so as you'd nurtured my soul

The time has come the time is now. Nowhere to go no idea how the earth spins and the clouds drop and I can only hope that my heart won’t stop. This spinning and pulling and tearing inside it burns and it hurts and it rips me open wide.

The clouds in the sky have been extraordinary this summer.

Cotton balls stretched so thin in the morning that you can barely see their mass drifting weightlessly across the cantaloupe sky.