Missing Years ( Part 4)

Everyone's confused..

York Road

In at ten, through the double doors and up the worn stairs again Platinum-haired woman by the desk takes my green booklet, then tells me to wait on the blue settee

No Clocks

There are no clocks in my house, I can’t bear the thought of passing-time knowing it’s time not spent with you and the seconds and the minutes and the days pass by like clouds

That Great Longing

On last request, I ask you this: hold me like we’re lost at sea, hold me as if thunder raptures, capture, never set me free. When the winter coats the orchard,

True Longing

Misery is sitting in a rented room on a borrowed bed, a cold slab, preoccupied with an illness no cough mixture, no laboratory can fix. I don’t sleep anymore,

Birds Eye View

Grackles and Black Birds have teamed up once again to raid the feeder
Cherry

Finch Continue to Dare

Lupins the only competition for a riot of colour

You Take Me

no one else could assume you know my heart

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