poetry to learn to love again.
"and i would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more." -- kafka.
(2019).
is it your way of saying love without saying so where x marks so many spots like my fingers travelling your spine in the morning whilst you still sleep.
is it some way of saying : love isn't lost on us, not only photographs and forgotten hairgrips in the glovebox -- tender to the touch -- hands and engine oil as they tend [my skirt stained] to be, and how they all make me smile still.
(does it?) let my name loll in your head, at the foot of the bed where a spider once crawled -- somewhere on your night drives you'll see me sat cross-legged on the pavement, waiting, watching as love washes up by the bay one more time and i can say 'let's make a go of it' for old times sake --
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