Scrape away the how are yous
I miss you
Because there are a million shitty takes
And awesome things
Which I still want to turn around and share with you,
And sometimes taunting that hunger
Sours the blood
Without being destroyed by it
Because I don’t want to embarrass you,
With my boyish earnestness,
Or my belief that although there are points of resolute crappiness
And genial idiocy,
I’m still close to wonderful,
Amused and appalled,
By this world
But hold this close,
Some part of me serves you
Us
And in time,
Of time
By time
I can still be stunned by your smile,
We were, and are surrounded by
Secrets
But never to one another,
Never.
My book Until She Sings is out now.
Ebook:
Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E
Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR
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