| For Daniel (10/01) For all the things I meant to say, all the times you made my day. For all the words that were never spoken, please accept this small token. For all the drunken confessions, all my wordly posessions. For all the times I stopped myself, from telling you, you are my wealth. |
| Cafe (07/02) Too much time spent thinking, in the quietness you intrude. Alone, surrounded by many. Your face, reflected in windows, a stranger's fingers wrapped round a cappucino. The dark clothed figure in the crowd, keeps walking. Someone wearing your cologne passes me by. So elusive, we all have our secrets. I want to fold myself within your limbs, and stay there. |
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| Morning sickness (02/03) I woke up this morning, and I thought of you. Showered and brushed my teeth, there you were in the mirror. Made coffee, remembering endless cappacinos. Pulled on last night's jumper, it smelt like you. I'll probably think of you tomorrow too. |