Young in some ways … fresh another thing!
Her scent … another’s smell on him.
He’d like to … awaits her invitation.
Thing is, she did, now didn’t anymore.
She burst his lines with colour … left broken crayons on the floor.
Her distance, his whisper … no echo of ‘I love you.’
His use by infinite
Her best before conditional
Buy one get one free
Fate stocktakes and schemes
Less laptop … more her on his
He’d not said before
implied a maybe
once said ‘what if’
she’d said ‘didn’t matter’
both knew it did
Tell me, show me, doing nothing killing you in me…