The exchange of smiles
The greeting nodded
We return to our papers
No words needed

my heart nearly stopped every time i had to cross the street
so let’s thank the queen for writing it down
before she’s just another thing i have to step over
all the rest have tickled my feet so far
and everything under construction reminds me that these days
the only remedy seems to be better luck and more cloud cover

i’ve been racing to crash on the couch
just to wake up to see if i have time for it all
and i want the stereotype to be true so i have nothing to cry about  
with the way things are going
you’d tell me not to be so brutal to myself
but the thrill i used to know is now paying its dues to the concrete

i was almost convinced i wasn’t asleep
when she whispered paris
nothing, everything may have changed
so this is not like anything i’ve never meant:

my heart nearly stopped with the regret of not talking to you
it's hard killing birds when you don't have any stones and
besides this time i think i've really done it
two days and this is already my favorite story but
second chances don't have to be so mysterious
maybe i just wanted to see you smile again

i should have said it w/o one of and the s after the L
still choosing o over x
and your pull showed my hands a home in the back of your denim
two across the channel makes the significant not so, if you want it
i’ll keep looking for you so long as you
don’t stop drawing me maps

if i died in my indecision then
your mouth showed me heaven
you’re the closest thing to purpose
i’ve ever tasted

i wish you knew how much i mean that

Miles of tepid grey
Cement layers, new structures grow
Soaring scaffolds for a new cityscape.

Coffee waters this town,
A billion cups filled then dropped.
Bent shoulders, screens' enticing glow.
Sugary snacks on every walkway,
To bliss you out & blot out the cold
Those empty vessels in need of comfort.

Train door slams, crazy 80s specs
Worn without irony.
Hashtag meaningless dialogue,
Whose saying what?

The grey expanse closes in as dark is arching over.
How can there be lands drenched in sun and colour spectrum?

Muffled day, shoulders stooped
huddled in Winter's shroud
Yet life here remains switched on,
No hibernation, jobs are to be done.
In this cityscape of phones, faces and fantasies.

I am simply passing through.

The light you give is a Kiss from the soul
It’s lips press against mine
The touch is so light
Yet it rushes through me

the moments together are like no other
an errand is a moment with you

we could be overseas
in London holding tea
in your bedroom wrapped up in your sheets

or watching a sunset
stretch across the waters on the beach
any moment with you is light for my soul