I caught a glimpse of a golden pen
lying on a bare wooden table
next to an open window

and all my poetry was written
while I had disappeared into the light
some unknown hand closed the window.

I thought we were
Destined souls
Bounded from birth
That made our distance
As a stronghold.
That love could subsist
Without a hug
Without a kiss
Just two hearts that co-exist.

But I'm wrong.
We are two people
Who just happen to know
Each other.
Born to be confused
About destinies that
Could be true.

See. .
We are just each other's
Obstacles.
Lesson.
Blind fate.
Before finding what's true.

Never a burden let me be
Better to put me in a sack and throw it river deep
Hoard pills and swallow in one go
Or hold down a thick pillow

Never wordless let me be
Rather tap and scratch codes of meaning
Against hard surfaces
Without words I am purposeless

Icy dock
bump and knock
one gull huddles
on a cold black rock

frozen feet
driving sleet
tethered by the weather
like the landed fleet

gull spreads wings
north wind sings
rumble and a mumble
as the pub door swings

step inside
drink is tried
filling up and spilling
like the storm-surge tide

howl and din
locks you in
ice goes slicing
through your winter skin

knock them down
drink and drown
bleezin empty season
in a seaside town

You, demigod.
You own your wonders
and curiosity
your flaws
and hesitations
your fears
and secret hopes
your narratives
and truthfulness.

Let no one
take those
away from you.