I don’t know exactly how I see you; only that I see you differently to every one else. I do not see the look in your eyes, or the colour of your hair. I do not see the wrinkles on your skin, or the shape of your body. In fact, it is like you haveContinue reading “seeing you.”
Category Archives: Prose
the chair.
As I walk up to the restaurant table, around which were gathered twenty chairs, it occurs to me that what I want is not within my power. There was a particular way I want the evening to unfold – namely, that you and I should sit close to one another – but I cannot simplyContinue reading “the chair.”
early morning.
I blink my eyes open, just open enough to see that it is morning already. There is sunlight shining in through the window, and I can make you out now that it is no longer dark. The sight of you makes me smile. You are resting on your side, facing me; your head emerging fromContinue reading “early morning.”
She.
There was an air about her, if one looked at her long enough. Physically, she was quite a beautiful person, and pleasant to look at. She was rather tall and skinny, with long limbs. Her dark blond hair fell just below her shoulders, and it would smoothly frame her triangular face when she did notContinue reading “She.”
Friends.
I should like to meet with you one day, just you and me, and a little privacy. I can see us, sitting opposite one another, at a table tucked away in the back corner of a cafe. You would be kind with me as you always are, and ask me questions about work and aboutContinue reading “Friends.”
Wishes.
My life has been blessed with miracles. I know this because many of my wishes have come true. That is miraculous in itself. Picture the younger me – do you remember what I was like? – shy, introverted, mysterious, with a shaky self-esteem yet strongly independent and fiercely resilient. The younger me that met youContinue reading “Wishes.”
Wondering.
I wonder who you are. Of course, I know – sort of – who you are. I know your name. I know your profession and where it is that you work. I know what instruments you play and where you live and what your email address is, and I even have your number. I knowContinue reading “Wondering.”
intuition.
It was a gentle voice, perhaps a little shy, nevertheless it spoke with remarkable clarity and confidence; it was so sure of itself it was up neither for arguing neither for rationalising what it had said. It had just said, it just knew, and it had come through underneath all the thinking of your thinkingContinue reading “intuition.”
Gold nuggets.
It was strange, how predictable the future could be; yet, how it could also surprise her in so many ways. She had expected them to sit side by side on the couch, with chilled beverages in hand. In fact, it was almost like what she’d predicted: a lively discussion whilst outside, the Saturday sun wasContinue reading “Gold nuggets.”
the future kiss.
My mind wanders to the memory of the sight of your lips – I must have looked at them a lot the other night. They were a light shade of pink, and almost matched the colour of your shirt. They seemed firm and gentle at the same time, and they were so lovely because youContinue reading “the future kiss.”
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