That morning knock brings an alternate release
The whispered promise of closure on my neck.
The only part left wet is cheek.
My words lost on you,
Because I'll hide those left loose from you,
Behind that easy smile I've reserved,
If I happen to step in the pile we both left on my doorstep.

I hate you having my voice laced on your iPhone.
Me being me,
Because despite all of you
I'm simply me.
On your iPhone...
Until I'm not.

Mind heals faster than body,
So all's well soon.
Reluctant to be let of the hook so quick
It’s bad when it feels good
When the flow just goes.
I hope he knows it too
Cessation breaks one cycle
Leaving him holding his.

You’re my Something In The Way,
I see myself seeing you,
But I don’t.
Yet if I say yes to another,
The honesty clawing out, is,
That you exist,
(you really don’t.)

Unspoken truth.

A weird moment
Where you exist over there,
And I forget before I remember.
But hopefully it will pass,
If I choose your words: It will pass.

How soon the body forgets
The jazz on mute of it all.
But a memory is just a memory,
Skin melts to touch.

Your rudimentary routine,
That security blanket
Thick between us.
I’ve no intention of replacing or removing
… Air out, perhaps…
Fold neatly back in place…
Infrequently always.

Solely yours to burn or to embrace.
And only mine to kiss my teeth at.

"Saw you walk past the pub last week. Hope you’re good."

I saw you too and I got good
But it took a minute.

If I sound nonchalant,
It’s because you wanted me to be.
If I fall silent,
It’s because I gotta be fair to me too.
You can up and leave
( I guess you already knew that)
But I remain.
So I don’t know what else to say…
To you…
Stranger.