Dear you.....

Years later I'm back to where it all started. Where you can finally begin. Our story.

Not just as fervent wishes, day dreams, blog posts and calls.

But with friends, cafes marked with our conversations, late night drives, favourite songs.

Turn this city in to one of landmarks for the story you wanted all to know.

I'm here. Wishing you'd find your way back to my heart.

So please. Won't you hurry over?

Ashamed

Will they ever feel differently?

She bet more than she could afford to lose.

With nothing left to pay off the debts was it a wonder she was imprisoned?

Broken record

What is there to walk in if not in circles?

When the Past and Future are a pair of identical twins.

55 - Shiny Toy Guns

Somehow no amount of words seem enough. Yet the ones found. Remain so few.
Even for a fifty five haiku.

Will there ever be words that belong to this story?

Even as its ghosts greet her silently from every corner of this city. It lies still this story.
As though only imaginary.

Imaginary stories don't have anywhere to be heard. If only the feelings they brought were also imaginary.

Scorpio love

Surely it must be a sin to grieve for a man who still breathes just as well as her?

She's wearing colour tonight. And it's only for you.

Happy New Year.

Cloudy

Must the sun not ever shine again?