I can’t believe it’s you,
The hair is still the same as I remember,
Maybe a little longer,
A suggestion of grey, but it suits you,
You turn and I catch my breath.
Sigh.
The eyes are the right colour,
But not the same depth,
And the lips?
Don’t look as kissable.
Sigh.
Catch a reflection, I stare back at myself in disbelief,
Is this what it’s come to,
Fantasizing about strangers in the middle of a busy street?
I’m in serious need of a double strength expresso.
Pronto!
Two steps on I’m daydreaming again,
That dress is exactly what I want,
Pricey but perfect,
But window shopping, I believe,
is only ever satisfying if you really know
one day it can be yours.

The Beginning of March

Numbers roll across my mind loud as thunder
Red lightning streaks the sky
Spreads and smears a crimson shadow
One eye stares, seeking? Searching?
Fear grips my insides, constricts, squeezes,
I can’t breathe,
Loosens only to let me gasp in pain,
Pierces my lungs, stabs sharp,
Open my eyes,
The dream is gone but the pain is real.

How can you laugh and smile when it’s so clear that we’re dying?
Can’t you feel me here, you used to,
Or isn’t it worth trying?

Is this all just some charade?
Pretending how you should behave
and always hiding, hiding in your mind’s eye masquerade.

Moving in slow motion, rewind the part that I love best,
Don’t want to see the credits rolling,
It’s love, you jerk, and not some stupid test

Is this all a late night movie show?
Some place else out there you’d rather go?
Fade out, wade out, to hide in your shadow

Don’t open your lips, director cuts the scream,
Nothing’s real and the finale’s
“just a dream”, anti-climax in the extreme.

Too late you closed your eyes to see me,
Too late I opened my eyes to save you,
and the distance between us stretches on endlessly.