I’ve got a pain in my chest
Like a child in a tantrum gets, holding their breath
Clasped to you, relief; like willow bark
Until the birds, increasingly louder, warn us its no longer dark.

Surely I should be able to fold time over on itself, skip parts you’re not here, pause when you are
After all Ive been through to find you, the needles, the shouting, it isn’t really too far
I’ve even an excuse, it’s for medical reasons, to ask that it shouldn’t be in a straight line
As I’ll only exhale when you hold your heart to mine

You won’t wash the mascara stains I left on your pillow this time last week, a bit much
But the 6am conversations leave no physical mark as such,
So I’m happy you keep them, as I look on from the photos on your door,
Your brother, mother, Sister and then me,
Out of place there, but more than happy to be.

*On my first train of many
Your forehead is stubborn, refusing to move from mine
Not looking for a kiss
But just in hope that I will remove
The sunglasses that I use to hide my swollen eyes
And look into yours
Dark mahogany, lacking an iris
All pupil
I like to think, so you can let more light in.