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Joanna Alexandre Nov 2022
I love him
For five days out of a fortnight
Sometimes less
We spend more time talking
About how much we miss each other
Than we do making up for the lost time
Our five days every fortnight
Are split between his family and friends
And my work
So we end up with weekends
I love him for two days out of a fortnight
And I miss him for 261 days a year
We spend time more time fighting
About how to spend our time
Than we do spending it together
Our bank accounts are more connected
Than sometimes it feels like we are
I get to love him two days out of a fortnight
The same amount of time spent on that plane
Sitting next to strangers
Working for those two days just the same
I love him for one third of the year
The rest I deal with the pain
Patiently waiting for him to come home
And say that was my last day
Sirenes May 2016
Another single girl
In your mid-twenties
I still remember the day
Of your wedding
You looked so beautiful
In your wedding dress
I nearly cried
As I stood waiting
For you to arrive
I spoke the vows
And blessed your relationship
You both eagerly agreed
Yet something turned in my gut
Why doesn't it feel right?
I announced you
Husband and wife
And "may you kiss the bride"

Now I'm sorry for your divorce
Feeling somehow
Responsible for
Marrying you to him
In the first place.
Will be here to catch your tears though.
Gaye Dec 2015
Once upon a time, somewhere
When the seagulls speeded
With a bike to a night that
Popped new tyres and did
Not wipe the rain, storm and
Long blue letters that spoke,
I remember you, I remember you

Chillies that swam across the earth
To a milky way where seasons
Changed, candles blew over
Secret nights and lodges Mum
Did not know, emotionlessness fails,
Don’t fly away because
I remember you, I remember you

There’s a standing table and
Papers all around, the ghost
That tiptoed into a bedroom
Where an insomniac fooled
With magic pen and blue eyes
I see you smiling and you know
I remember you, I remember you

Get on the chair and climb
Up to my swing, I’ll take you
To my city and show little jingles.
I caught the sun inside my-
Palm, your little town and
A comic store, look at this!
I remember you, I remember you

I should start making sushies,
Swim across a little ocean
To find a Mickey world of
Endless topics and FIFO workers
You're probably goanna **** me
For the good things I did not write
But you do remember me, don't you?
Oh, Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, Hey Mickey! Hey Mickey!  haha
For my Cobber Mickey ( I pronounced it right) :)

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