Not written

I have not written for a while,

Since then everything has changed. 

I have not written for a while,

And I am different now. 

And you are different now. 

I sip on a tepid, over-milky coffee and stare at the blank screen. The screen stares blankly back back at me.

I would not like to hold you near. I have said goodbye. 

Thoughts move like a leaf in a light breeze and my fingers tap on the, tap, tap, tap on the keys, and there seems to be, seems to be, seems to be a rythm, but in truth it is off kilter and nothing filters through. 

I sip again, on now, yet colder coffee and the sun casts sharp shadows on the balcony. 

I have said goodbye and the sun creeps in and I realise that whilst the shadows are comfort where people do not realise your mistakes, the sun is beautiful warmth. 

I stand on the balcony in the sun and leave my coffee on the desk.