how do you get through
the days that are
all tears and tissues?
—the days
of running mascara
and stuffy noses

Sometimes
You meet the right people
At the wrong times.


That thing could’ve worked
If it was a bit later,
Or maybe a bit sooner.

Maybe
We would’ve worked
If it was at a different time
In a different place.
With different people

Maybe
We could’ve lasted.

Maybe
You were the right person
At the wrong time.

there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.