Dear god I miss you and I dance to the blues feeling sick all the while my toes are anemic there’s a frog in my throat it’s all a bit wrong and we dance to the blues two left feet all the while it doesn’t quite suit us these bathroom tiles on the floor the ballroom dancing to the blues we don’t touch all the while dear god I miss you I haven’t seen you in weeks it’s all a bit wrong and all a bit blue.
'Ode to my sleeping love...', written early 2020, during third year of university