When
    did I become an acquaintance, an object you pushed to the side, only used when necessary?

When
    was I not the first person you texted with news, not the first person you would say hi to in the morning, the first person on your mind?

When
    did you cut me off with rainbow bruises and lightning scars, and the thunder of your footsteps left me alone?

When
    did you create that perfect storm, that hurricane, that took me away, so now I don’t even know you anymore and I don’t even know what I would say to you now?

When
    did you stop loving me and

Why?

Nothing made sense until she came into my life,
Then colourful words fell like autumn leaves onto an empty page,
Love verses spitting out in a blaze of glory,
Setting the page aflame with a breathtaking romantic poem.
10/9/2020

Silent and so calm
Heads peeking through leaves and trees
Bright eyes stare, yearning

Our lover has our hearts
and we theirs

You can hear love on the wind
in stillness

if love has your heart
love has your song

and your song is of love
as love has your heart

wake up each morning
and find a new reason to
love yourself again

3:52 PM
22/5/19