Look I’m not sure what to say here about this picture maybe it’s the colour you painted your nails or the way you are awake but in a position ready for sleep regardless there is something delicate and silent about this picture and the way that you look and so I thought that I should tell you that even if these words don’t breathe in the shadows of your mind for being strangers is such an indefinable sickness
Written: September 2017. Explanation: A poem written fairly quickly in my own time, deliberately kept simple. Feedback welcome. Please check out my latest poem 'How Blue' as well, as I am particularly happy with that one (for a change). A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older poems will be removed from HP at some point in the future.