Monday, 28 December 2009

the point of no return

it's not the dazzling lights that ignite your long darknesses
the night sky velvety-black perforated with endless shimmering starlight
it's not the depths of the river i walked by
the sea! the sea! my heart's well desires no freshwater
it's not the mechanical sounds of your clockwork efficiency
indications of humanity: conversation is warm, laughter too loud

it's the roots being extracted
it's the heartbeats left behind
it's knowing it's over

it's the million miles between then and now

a lifetime away
i'm home

Saturday, 5 December 2009


in the end
maybe i just miss us.

all of us. the way things used to be.

simple times. finger-painted dreams.
crying over spilled milk and broken Barbie dolls.
model train sets. remote controlled cars.

the perimeters of our world cut from
paper-heart valentines and the pages of TeenBeat magazine.

maybe i don't like change very much
maybe i just don't like this change
maybe, in the end, i just want what i can't have:


to catch up
with all this growing up
all of us have had to do.