Love

Empty

Slightly burnt, with crusts a little too thick. 

The last of the butter, evenly spread.

A little sweeter, perhaps? Too bland otherwise. 

Is there anything left in the cupboard? 

Jam, marmite, lemoncurd?

Maybe the marmite. 

Some will hate but others will love. 

They’ll say the taste is too strong. 

Lingers. 

They’ll have their opinions. They’ll say. 

But still they will take, despite their talk. 

And when there’s nothing left, they’ll move onto the next,

leaving nothing but a few crumbs and an empty shelf. 

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Enough

I wonder what you see, 
when I should ask: 
“What do I see?”

I wonder what you think,
when I should ask: 
“What do I think?” 

I wonder whether I am enough, 
when I should say:
“I have always been enough.” 

couple at sunset by the sea

A poem from 2009

I’m asking you for answers,
But I know I’ll just get nothing,
I don’t know why I bother,
Thinking you’re the man of the hour.

I remember the days,
Where we laughed and played.
It was simpler, easier back then,
When we didn’t have the pressure.

Fairytales and fantasies,
Were the thoughts that I had.
None of this about the future,
It was all about the here and now.

Free willed and fun loving,
It made the times so easy.
I miss the days of you and me.
I miss the days of worriless dew.

Why can’t we just go back,
And forget this burning pain?
Ignore the tears that fall,
Licking the wounds that remain.

Back to the days of hope,
The days of smiles,
The days of dreams.