Love is like a dance
With a thousand steps
But no music
And no idea what you're doing
Only the rap of the conductor's baton
Don't mess up
Why am I doing this again?

I never loved anyone
Not those I was supposed to
Nor those I thought I did

I remeber when I was young
When I would hit my knee
And cry a little bit because it hurt

I'm older now
And I still hit my knee
But I don't cry anymore

I don't cry at all

I received a message from you
but when I clicked on Reply
my predictive text
trying to be helpful
offered me a choice
of three words
to start with

I  You  The

not an impressive option
you might think
but on reflection
"I"
had "You"
in the centre of my mind
and for a robot
guessing
what I wanted to say
two out of three wasn’t bad

Tears hear thoughts
Better than a broken sky
Or a whispered kiss

Great hearts talk strong
But a sad perfection
And a night's small
Told me
That it's time to go

I'm still sleeping
Time creeping up on me
Hey there
Push the hair up from your face

Morning's a graceful enemy
But I'm mourning the night