Friday, 31 December 2010

the promise

last year
this time
when all of that mattered?

think about
next year
this time

when none of this will.

Saturday, 25 December 2010


the song was now tied to her
to the thought. the memory. the sound. the feel.
the scent. the

and after today. after what came next
he knew he'd never be able to listen to it.
not even the chords of it

Monday, 6 December 2010

the apology

You knew it was selfish when you said the words

and you felt them drop
echoing hollowly
in the chasm you'd created

And for all that you expected the emptiness,
there were still mascara stains on your pillow that night.

But you'd say those words again if you had to.
Because sometimes, it's not about dealing.
It's about finding a way to let go.