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1.

when i walked out the door that final time
my suitcase scraped the steps 
as i dragged it reluctantly to the car
i wonder if it left any marks 
neither of us are there anymore 
there is nobody to check 
if the wheels dug themselves into the stone 
the same way i dug myself into you 
in one last ditch attempt to stay

2. 

there’s god in sunlight and water 
and the sharing of citrus fruits
on a beach, on the riverbank 
but i’ve never felt love like hearing you laugh 
after a few glasses of wine 
pink on your cheeks 
and joy in your eyes
i’d pray to the sound of your voice
if it meant you would say my name one more time 

3. 

good times follow bad times and even worse times come after the most beautiful times but i could never have held enough of you in my hands to get through these truly terrible times and the lack of something is also the presence of something else so the absence of your lips on mine feels like a fire i cannot put out and i’m slowly burning burning burning 




Location: London, UK

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