From all the actions
I always put away
moving on from you is
my favorite delay

Stop tearing up my heart
you live inside there, remember?

The sunset this evening
is identical to your glance
when you said
*"I'm leaving"

It's only a broken mirror
that shows a perfect reflection

Agatha Christie audiobook
drifts out across the dark room
all she can think of is of the one o' clock
shipping news, a swaying, seasick tune
calling to far off boats & sailors
adrift alone somewhere
thinking of their homes
a cold beer, she thinks will do
she would be writing
but no words come
she draws the duvet cover
closer round her shoulders
her lover's ghost
watches her silently

Angels visit this place sometimes,
when occasional fog comes down
& cloaks them in their flight

there are gelaterias
& burger restaurants in town now
& the buses still run at midnight

but when all are gone, the angels gather
at the sleeping harbor
& gaze at the Clifton lights

watching over this pirate town
guarding somebody's broken heart
perhaps now, mine

re-reading rejected love letters
shaking their sublime wings

I don't want anyone
to see through my picture gallery
cause they might see the things
and the people
*I'm afraid losing

they record the untold stories
about those moments about us
how they were shaped the way you like
the first time we met that lovely night
then they got awfully long
as long as our endless fighting song
until I cut them off again
so they stop tickling your nose
when you cuddle me like chain
but my favorite memory they record
is the fact that you're there
watching them grow overtime
brushing them off of my face
kissing them softly before I sleep
filling their space only with your trace