He stilled
their years between
asked her
to walk a while with him
~
He asked
where you coming from
then remembered
he’s part of
where she’s been
~
He wasn’t looking
he didn’t ask
she’ll find him
when he’s lost
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He stilled
their years between
asked her
to walk a while with him
~
He asked
where you coming from
then remembered
he’s part of
where she’s been
~
He wasn’t looking
he didn’t ask
she’ll find him
when he’s lost
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Five, seven, five
three misaligned
seasoned, second
language, tongue tied.
Euphoria, heart felt
words more or less
syllables their beat
uncounted, free to be
heard, to be read, as
awakened unsaid.
Screen scrolling
seeking moments
to slip beneath
to take her
with his words
~
You’re right
last night
one time only
don’t tell my heart
it’s awake now
~
Can’t be her fit in
a moment here
a rushed goodbye
her kiss of hello
barely dry
Rain tined skylight
frozen, strip searched tree
buds hardened, his mistake
her excuse, it happens
blue mirrored, light angled
hard winter, edged spring
Earth spins, all bets on again.
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You the last to see
I believe so, maybe
You’re not sure
Is anyone with her
~
Movement, no sign of
Cameras, swivel heads
Moment of inertia
Her still, mass appeal
~
She smiled, or is it smiles
He heard, looking up
Hands, mixed fingers
Missing persons, maybe not
Welcome to the UK
walk straight in
you’ve got a piece of paper
wipe your arse with it
have a good weekend
Can’t be doing
with do if you do
don’t like that way
yes, I see you’re cute
I read you, every word
~
It happens, most times
you know, just scroll by
your picture, your pitch
eyes linger, minds read
damn you’re real, good
~
So we emailed
bared a bit, then
we didn’t, well I wish
you, still here, well
you know, as I you
Daily routine
checking admin
comments, spam
three clicks
getting better
less of your words
now where should be
upfront on posts
where can be seen
if you’ve lost me
bemused no comment
three clicks
may find me
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Disfunction? He’s harder than he shows.