does it ever get easier?
remembering?
has anything
ever been as difficult
as letting go?

i despair
i wallow
in my own misery

i laugh
i live
i move on

and realise
the world keeps turning
without you
in my life

i think i love you
i love the way you smile
i love the parts you hide
i love you when you’re sad
i love you when everything is mad
i love how you light up
every room that you’re in
everywhere that you’ve been
i know i love you

you’ve taken
roots in me
spreading
all throughout
my core
you’re blossoming
inside my chest
so much
i cannot find
my way
back home


to myself

when the night ends
so do i
because my true self
only shines
once the sun
goes down

i play
with words
to paint a picture
of other people
and their lives
of feelings
they try to hide
can i call myself
a poet
when i am lost
for words
to describe
what is happening
inside
myself?

i think of you
from time to time
more often
than i like
to admit

do you think of me?

i think of you
most late at night
when all’s gone quiet
and there’s no one left
but me

and you deep in my mind

i think of you
i think of you
i think of you
more than i care
to admit

will you ever think of me
again?