Breathing Memories

Now you’re gone,People keep on telling meThere are many more fish in the sea!You deserve a man who treats you right!He is sat out there somewhere,Waiting for you,Go find him! Have fun! I appreciate the thought butNo thank you. For now,I want to sit on the benchOutside the train stationWhere I first held youAnd sit

Shameful Valentine

He published a love poem on Valentine’s DayTo his One,The Creator of the Universe.He wrote about lust and darknessAnd I knewMy body was burned on his brainWhen he wrote it. It wasn’t a shock.In the cracks of his voice, I could tellI was his dirty secret.Never staying the night,Stealing an hour here or there with

Blossom in Snowfall

Blushing pink petalsProtectively cuddled in blankets ofSoft snowLike a golden retriever’s fur.The vines make veinsAnd secretive crystal cavesWhere no-one can disturb them. Looking on,I forget the piercing teethOf both the cold’s clenching jawsAnd the sun’s scorching tongue. I believeSpring and Winter are loversWhose kiss will forever beSeparatedBy timeBut sometimes their fingertips touchAnd that is enough