Refill your coffee cup.
Copy and cut
—the pieces that fit.
It’s hard to break habit.
The message was clear
—it’s what we held dear.
The shadows and fear
—were just an illusion anyway.
It’s the price we pay… the things we say:
the adjectives, the verbs,
—but not the nouns.
We’re not that profound
—not yet.
Light a cigarette.
Take a pull and take a sip.
It’s hard to hit home when
—you’re still alone.
Just another reminder
—of the time spent beside her.
But it’s running out.
And these cliche sayings
won’t refill the hour glass.
As the memories pass…
The sound of her voice
—and the choices we made.
We’ve paid our dues
—and went our separate ways.
Light another cigarette.
Take another pull and
—take another sip.
Put down your broken coffee cup.
Copy and cut.
These pieces no longer fit.

I watch hands

moving quickly

over brilliant

white canvas

purist white

stabbed with

violent gashes

of darkest

colour



Fingernails stained

dark like

blood bruises

holding a brush

wielding it like a sword

spreading coloured

acrylic across

a now roughened

surface



What develops

before me

is dark and twisted

and I find your

name in my mouth

how dare you call me

when I asked you not to

I will not visit you

again



Once your name

was the sweetest

of tastes

now it’s bitter

and jagged

it slices my lips

leaving me bleeding

and unsettled and

hurting



When you first left

those were the darkest

and longest of days

I was scared and unsure

of my future

you left me

bruised and grieving

crazy with

fear



I’ve grown past those days

I’m no longer afraid

or willing to listen

to you or your

poisonous words

you are not

my friend

and I am not

yours