Heart packed to take away in his battered suitcase She no need than him to breathe no way be too familiar Bus stop still no sight until looks back she animated Wheels on kerb suitcase spilled she picking up the pieces
Need of silence no noise no unwanted sound heard her breathing isn’t now lips sealed going down
I read you, saw your words, swore as they were mine. Which ones? The best ones, not the clichés. But all your words are. What the really clever ones, uniquely me. Yes, especially those.
His words now too confused his way, his and his muse. He's real and of this world she of a life absurd. The end of one begun the other looking on.
Never lovers a thought, maybe. Hand held moments texts and phone calls. So many words likes, odd comments. Online again, distant.
My Dear … of a certain age hesitates confused concedes to follow through Oh Dear … falls all to easily phase to be endured polar opposites it seems Too Dear … foolish consequence word baited lines laid bare exposed behind
Hypnotic eyes Beguiling smile Mischievous mind Twisted conscience Malicious heart Wanton wanted
Five loves a lifetime Fifty lusts or more Walking on the ceiling Taken against the wall Ever wishful thinking The undoing of us all