I should have dated losersthe kind of people who would eventuallyslip through the cracksinto near or complete oblivionwho wouldn't turn up in newspapers unless arrested or in those death noticesread by no one but those waiting to diewho would disappeareven from memoryface forgottenfootprints erasedinvisibleas if - unlike you -they never were.
when thoseyou love leave,they are suddenlyeverywhere -step out, turn leftthere they are!right behind you,oh they're there!on the balconiesunder the stairsup on hoardingseverywhereyou can barelytake a stepfor tripping oversome love leftor stumbling intolove that's leftwhen thoseyou love leave
what do you dowhen loveleaves?like leaves falling from a treeall too suddenly and all too slowand you areleftthe station is an empty echothe train is gonethe dust motes dance no moreleft, behindleft, what is remainingleft, not rightit is never rightbut it isit is what it isyou waityou wait it outyour waitingis not waitingit is not waiting foryou wait in silence, ...
love endures, but hate – hate gives you the hottest firesa burning that won’t easeflaming in the pit of your bellyeyes alight, skin ablaze, heart afirebrilliantly aflamesearing through lifehate is hot coals on cold nights
that first time, a Christmas treethe kindness of strangerstowards childrenwe didn’t know what we didn’t havemaking do with what we didstringing popcorn on the treethe girl next-door would eat it upbut we were wrapped up in love,that warm blanket for cold days.
it was easy to pick youto pick you upto keep you for long enough[all these years,a long timefor something that wasn’t love]lust is a hot knifethrough hard icebut some things melt easily –only to harden again
travelling back to where you arethis train hurls itself forwardI am forever rear-facingthe outside unfolding in reverseno surprises there, it's all passed by mebeforeI don't know if I have passed you tooor if you have left
you used to love me when you were drunksobriety never became usbut I longer answer your drunk textsa spoilsport, I won't play the gamedirect your calls elsewhereto someone who will staywhen the liquor endsI didn't love you at allno, not even then.
you have crossed borders dismissing sanctitysurmounted barricades once unassailableto lay at my feet an explosive giftlove is too often a bulletI am left shaking in anger, engulfed in guiltwhen I have done nothing but listen, unwittingly,to a confession I never saw cominglove is a violation of territorial integrityyou are a separatist movementaiming your guns right at my headan attempt to ...
I always believedI would remain a placeyou call homeno matterwhere you wentor with whomnow I find myselfstanding on the shorestaring at an empty seathe sun is settingI have no morereasons left to smile
on the other side of the worldyou hold me in your heart as home, your north starI sit here hoping you never returnI once held your name so precious in my mouth, saying it only with tendernessit took me three tries to remember it todayhow cold, to love a woman like mewho only loved you once