Her non symmetrical lines
(Curves in the moonlight)
Park Benches in spring
Clouds low against the ground
630 sunrises knowing you’re out there..:somewhere...sleeping (dreaming of me I hope)
Cold Atlantic current over my feet
Licking seaspray salt off my lips
Sound of children laughing
A mossy clover covered trail ....
Coffee in the cupboard
Combining all the perceived empty bottles of wine to get one last glass
Negative balance in my account
‘I love you dad’ texts
Roads I’ve never been on
Midnight ‘Hold mes’
Smell of burning cedar
& the smile on the face of the ghost that haunts me...