Listening to Henson, and re-reading Ibsen, Scalding lattes, burnt mouth- cold nights, numb fingers A table for one, one paper cup, one chair Tired eyes – silent phones Dusty shoes and wrinkled clothes Italian coffee – English weather Just another day.
I look at you the way other people stare at stars. Making wishes between your breaths- Watching your hands move in a graceful orbit, Fingertips from another universe on a course far away from me. Counting the galaxies within your eyes, lost in all their colours and lights. How lucky I am that we happened … Continue reading Stars