I need to move on,
I need to hate her.
But the promise we made
for our love to last forever—
the magic of that promise
worked a bit too well.

The power went off
The street was dark and quiet
One single star shines.

Instinctual feelings
Should never
Be,
Brushed aside.

but when Winter comes a calling
- cold in your bones
will you then find time to love

What people don't say is already in their words
You either caught it or they flew like birds

Hearing is for any functioning ear but listening is not
The aroma is not that important but what is in the cooking ***

Philos:

The question of

existence has
recently fallen into
the house of

insignificance.

You have no tiles to hang,
no metaphysics to
conjugate.  I am substance.

Actuality.  The froth of
conversation opened
into the accident
of birth.

Remind me. of last
night.  The
bedsheets are stretched.
The conversation of
sheep, grazed on
the syllabed

Of significance.

We love in the green
Over lament of
Civility.

You are the brand.
I am the name
that shail

never be

Spoken

Caroline Shank