there's enough moon up there for two to share*

you think to yourself
as you sit alone

I used to think foolishly think 11 was late.

Now, I close my eyelids at 12 when the skies are dotted with
stars and little dreams.
Letting the day's memories, melded with the rhapsodic dust motes of the past,
gently sewing them.

In the backwards of time, I used to think love had a limit.

A misconstrued and misunderstood thing.

Silly me,
now I have
*you.

Fish fingers and beans
Will always mean to me
Dinner at my Nan's
When I was still a young lass

My mum would see us off
Out the door
Over the road
To the place that was
My Nan's

She would take me back
To World War Two
Telling me story's
Of people she knew

Some where really exciting

Some where  really quite scary

Some where really,
sad...

Some where hypnotizing
But

most of all she told me how
She met my grandad
A handsome man
With sparkling eyes
Who told story's of people
He knew

Fish fingers and beans
Will always mean to me

Dinner at my Nan's.

My heart tip toes discreetly
In the dark hollow hallways
Of self-doubt and low self-esteem.
Many a times
It trips
Stumbles
Even falls
But still die hardly insistently
Treads on this self-destructive path.
Why it chooses so is a conundrum in itself.