Cafe mirrors look back at me,
Tapping in morse code on the table:
.. / .-- .. ... .... / -.-- --- ..- /
.-- . .-. . / .... . .-. .
The letters don't work in my head
The words fall out in dots and dashes
A dashed heart would follow,
If it could understand itself.
Heartbreak never hits so hard,
As someone who is here to stay,
Once yours, then changed
Now only a shadow remains.
Will you remember when you come
Back from the coma you are in
From the car you were so scared to drive
Over the mountain?
Or will I sit on my chair,
Tapping morse code like an idiot
Or a budding musician
With only a hint of rhythm
On the cafe table.
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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There is ink in my pen And I'm pretty sure If I put it to the page It would come out, Creating some sort of mark On the blank pages. Of ...
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The humble drops of water Fall from the furthest reach Onto modern art in the garden: Flushing the angles of the sculpture Of the gum wr...
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When I said I'm scared that was an understatement. When I'm too blind to see things when they happen And too used to second chance...