this is not who we are – really.

I wait, craving desperately For your emotional intimacy While you, seemingly voluntarily Speak to me, always so superficially. I am never quite satisfied Though always happy: Exchanging a few words is a delight to me But this is not who we are – really. As if so much was left unsaid, And some debilitating fearContinue reading “this is not who we are – really.”

this short hour.

You arrive, quite on time. Your shirt catches my attention: it is a light green colour, gentle on the eyes, and appears soft to the touch. For a moment, I consider complimenting you, for I really do think your shirt looks nice on you, and suits you; but the words in my heart fail toContinue reading “this short hour.”

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