By Arcassin Burnham

is it too cold,for me to get in,
‎I know your secret,
you know my weakness,
‎no more discussions of the matter,
‎mad titan,
‎if this is what you want to do,
‎go head and leave then,
‎saying you don't miss me,
is really hard to prove,
‎is it too cold,can I remind you,
‎that I'm just as cold too,
‎with an extended attitude,
‎blocking your social media,
I know it won't really mean **** to
you.

The ocean ripples
little kisses to golden
gentle tender shore

Whilst the orange sun
dips behind winter trees where
it glows so lovely

Lamp post stand so still
Like masters of universe
Glowing up at night

And I sit in car
My belly rumbling like
a big volcano

House roofs like lego
Different sizes everywhere
Blocking out the sky

And a crow sits on
aerial listening to
the waves of tv

And I sit down
Around a wooden table
And eat a big feast

For what it’s worth,

I still think about you at 12:36

When I know that you’re in a different time zone.

Maybe it’s because the hour ahead of us is a constant reminder of how your heart,

despite time and distance, is mine –

like this clock,

like this hurt,

like this longing.



Despite time and space,

it is all mine.



And,

the love remains behind,

with me,

waiting to catch up to the next life,

waiting for reality to stop just for a second,

waiting for a chance just another chance

only to wait again with a better sense of hope.



Maybe I should wait for the next day,

23:11 will come and I’ll wish upon this ****,

this hurt and this longing while you,

at 00:11 will wish upon the stars of a new day.

Hoping today will dawn with the rise of our love

only to realise that there are shams and shackles of could-have-beens

in dusty roads of despair,

bottle tops for pacifiers, balancing the toxins of sorrow

ashed dreams,

and sobs for lullabies –

not your voice for my ears,

not my song for your heart.



Nothing but space and time.