White like snow

White person with their back facing you, hands reaching behind to hold their long, blue hair.

I can see her back facing mine,

White like snow, translucent under the moon

The curve of her shaking shoulders

As she sobs into the night.

The break of her voice before it quietens,

The eventual silence before the break of dawn

Silently she’ll stand naked in the dawn of light,

With her back, still facing mine.

Borrowing light

Blue hands leaning towards the right, curve together to form a circle. In that circle is a spark of light.

It’s been a while since I’ve last written

The hopes and dream scattering in my palms.

The elusive future, as I sit in front of the windows

The city lights and the city stars

The tiny people in the far distance.

The body of water shimmering in darkness,

And the warmth of your hands on mine.

It’s not as if it has disappeared –

I am always in the darkness and

From time to time, borrowing light.

I’ll never

Pink person is leaning back whilst their index and middle finger are pressed against the base of their throat. They are wearing a blue, wide scooped top. Their short, green bob is slicked back.

I’ll never be able to forget you

No matter how hard I try.

I think and think

Of yesterday.

And of yesterdays, your face remains.

Your laughter and your words,

They’ll always painfully remain

To remind me of the mistakes I had made.

And god I miss, miss you so much.

Even if I write a thousand poems,

I’ll never be able to write enough

To write you.