was on the brink
of starting
so hard
so hard

gladly took that morning walk
a silent reward
of you by my side
without wobbling wind
stealing

still
timing
pushing
forced into a feeling
pouring from

surround myself
surround myself
surround myself

we were in paradise
preempted by burning
cut short by internalising
overcast resting

unemotionally ease in
to surreal surging

preparing
the food i will eat
getting familiar with
the sounds on the bedside table
understanding how
to walk into a feeling

tuck it into folders
for now
now
clarified comfort
now
impatient with contemplating





now


you in the kitchen
cutting his hair
to sweet baroque pianos
playing through stereos
paused patiently
a smoothly pending statue

cut to -
soft bursting swelling
cosied in red velvet
jewels and nothing
glistening distance passing
inside inside

over dramatic
in self

i have become
familiar
annoyance with nuance,
that infuriatingly indecisive street lamp

all that time in bedrooms must be worth something
hammering it out
with ability
i'll acknowledge that,
know that.

a day of sighing
when the sound of a car door closing
makes you feel like crying
when the sound
when the sound

i wanna feel good
i wanna be
a smooth melody
slipping inside