Our love was like a fairy light,
I waited on the terrace but it never came back on.
You stripped me and left me bare, wet, watched by a thousand sniggering eyes, my legs crumbled beneath me like your cigarette ashes.

The wall we built so fast and high had now caved in forever.
If I was the house you were the fence in front that was there every day but I could never touch or open.


I tried to catch air for days but the tar that dripped inside my lungs would not let me.


What are you now?

How do your hands interlock?

How do your lips taste?

Who sees your eyes?

Every day I wait for the light to turn back on
Cold, alone, waiting for a Christmas light in Summer.