are we lost in the curves of life
winding in, and around, and straight through
straight through the crazy reality
in and around each other
all of us, surrounded by ourselves, but not really there


Brian Hill - 2020 # 78

This one's for lost loves and cherished words.
For the one's I've hurt and the one's I've left.
This one's for best friends who weren't meant to be forever.
For darling pets that left too soon.
This is one's for the ache in your belly that never goes away.
For the thoughts that bring tears quickly blinked away .
This one's for old dreams and new,
That will probably never come true.
For promised road trips, quickly forgotten.
This one's for the I love you's  that almost left my lips, but I pushed them down,
Coz ignorance is bliss.
This one is for all the pain.
Thank you,
you make me feel alive.

Do you realise actually
it’s the little details of you that ignite my weary soul?
How shy you look
when I told you that your face is a whole art
Or the way you nervously talk
when your eyes are locked into mine
Or when you refuse to leave first
though we already spent 25 hours that day
Or how your ‘I’m always here for you’
becomes an absolute assurance
Or the way you update about you to me,
even provide pictures
Or when you lovely mention my name
that I end up fangirling over your voice a second after
Or how your daily compliment
puts a period to my insecurities
Or your journey to complete the broken me in dark
even if your eyes are closed.
These seem insignificant to some
but your aura runs through my vein
That I thought about stitching you into my skin for real
So that I’ll experience these little details eternally.

To find me,
give up your past
let the memories sink
in the depths of
your chasm and then
come to me.