I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

There is no better teacher than pain.
No better coach than sorrow.
As long as you make it through
'til tomorrow.

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

I feel it raining,
On a cloudless sunny day,
Flooding only me.

Yesterday the rain cried with me because you left,
Then the moon came from behind the clouds and gave me solace,
Whilst the stars tried to bring a twinkle to my eyes.
29/6/2020