the wave

here I am again 

home in my dusty room

and single bed

the shelves overhead lined

with childhood books

my suitcase lies open

by my chair

full of the memories 

and scars of a season

collected, stashed

amongst my underwear

yet being home

some memories come alive

like once before

the feeling of your legs

wrapped around mine

a hungry look in your eyes

unprepared

they assault me

and I feel these months

never happened at all

that I’m back to the start

of that spiral of despair

your message flashes

on my phone

persistent

coffee, tuesday

not a “date” of course

I’m stuck between

two warring emotions

the desire to flee

and not expose myself

to your pull

when really

I want to never leave

so I shall sip coffee

a smile painted on

swallowing the lump

in my throat

and convince you

I’m truly happy

for you and me

just not us

Reviews

[Jack...]

Wow, this was picturesque and powerful. The scenes you painted seemed by a tender brush stroke while the emotions seemed painted with a large worn and weathered brush intensly slammed against the canvas. I liked this very much.

[Robin]

feeling those tides of the heart ..