sometimes when i visit nothing
i bring a sticky note
it just says i miss you
this dimension is otherwise empty

this is where things go
to get lost:
and they succeed often

i leave quickly and
remember to wave to the
nervous stranger who enters
holding too
a sticky note in his
trembling fingers, veins beating
like tiny butterfly wings beneath
paper skin

i make sure to close the
door behind me.

I grab a cup of coffee
heading for the Pergamont museum,
where I like to stand in silence
alongside the lithic statues.

Amongst those crumbling strangers
I find your spitting image in the clay
and once again I live through time
in our favourite greek café.

So many times throughout the day,
The pain supercedes even the brightest of moments,
And screams catch in my lungs as my smile freezes,
And tears jump to my eyes as I fight to breathe,
But I do,
and it quakes,
and I grow numb for a moment,
Sure that I'm dying,
And nobody knows it.
The moment passes into a dull, familiar ache,
And the tears fall again,
Just to be wiped away.
The fear grows cold and solidifies again,
As I promise myself I won't give up,
When I want to give in.

I can see you standing honey,
Angels & charm floating all around your body
I can see staring honey,
i couldn't move when i wanted to,
i couldn't Go when you asked me,
i will stay , even if you dared me to leave.
Darling i get paralyzed when i see you, believe

foxes gallop
on a clang of blossoms
for early frost roots