A message I couldn’t bring myself to send to you
would sound something like this:
The suburbs are lonely here with
your silence shutting me out of every open space.
I thought of you today while
I faced the biting cold of the streets and
watched the sun settled into the west.
A stormy sunset kissed the coastline with a tidal wave
of lilac, grey and peach
crashing against the periwinkle evening;
I marvelled at you in your wondrous beauty of
mystery and danger as the storm
retreated to the ocean.
By the blanket of night,
I was left wondering if you were
thinking of me
beneath the same coloured sky.
Ink and Paperbound 