Two kinds of everything in this city
The one we forget and the one we can't.

She's that message you stare for too long
Or dismissed as non-existent
That cigarette you consider as the danger
Or sniffed like your life line.
She simply is that
A bringer of smile
Or on bad days, your demon.

A little man sat by my bed
As I lay there full of dread
I said "Do you ever sleep?"
The sight of him just made me weep

He lifted up his little cap
Then asked me what I thought of that
I said "Why don't you go away
And not come back another day"

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2017.

I touched upon her, piercing sorrows
                 wept upon my memories.

She said nothing but her silence
                           spoke volumes..  


*Here Lies.....

A rock that people might miss
Simply because it seems ordinary,
That's you. But please,
You opened up to reveal how you really
Are. And to me, it's so surreal,
So unlikely, so precious.
Like the many layers of petals you peel,
To showcase your heart, your treasures.
Talking to you is sacred to me.
I can't tell people simply.

-m.b