I’ve been battling a thought all day today Do I miss you? Truly miss you. Like walking past your cupboard and getting a passing whiff of your smell lingering on a shirt, and envisioning your arms around me holding me in a close embrace kind of miss. Like waking up and reaching out across the bed finding your warm body…

I never lost faith. I looked at the infinite beauty of every little piece of this world and I saw you. I looked into the depths and myriad complexities of the working of my mind and I saw you. I looked at people, and in their laughter, smile, tears, empathy and love and saw you…

Deciphering love, a little too late. Coming close to my forties, that age old saying of the only definite in life being death and taxes, seems a bit skewered. I’m not claiming to have lived a complete life yet or even pretend that the sum total of my experiences could…

Substitute I know somewhere down this road the nonsense of my giggles won’t make you laugh anymore. And the twirl of my fingers in yours will irritate you for no reason whatsoever. I know you won’t look at me and sigh, in awe, in love or any mix of those…

Gone Such a simple word, with an eternity of meaning. Resonating through me ebbing and flowing through my tears. A single word that pits into a hollow darkness and then cascades me through tumultuous waves of grief and anger. Millions of memories, many more moments. Threads of relationships interwoven through decades of love and laughter. And with one simple word ceases to exist anymore. Gone. I knew this day would come

Staring I’m looking through you and not at you. You’re oblivious to my power my ability to drift past the facets, the faces, the walls, the truth and the lies. To penetrate your soul by simply focussing on you - Intently on every word that passes your lips, on the…

Perhaps all I know is that I don’t know very much. Because I thought I knew I loved you And with the same conviction that you loved me back. I thought I knew the smell of your skin And the lines that would make your lips curl into a smile I knew the digits to your mobile and office And…

The sun came through the curtains I reached across for my phone Hopeful it wasn’t a dream. Or perhaps hopeful it was. I wonder if groundhog day could take me back A month perhaps, A year. Would not reaching here have been better? Perhaps not. You weren’t there a year ago too. A body that occupied the same…

I wonder if I can separate the thoughts They seem entangled in hundreds of knots. Every knot linked to a reason I should go. Every thread to a memory why I should stay. It feels more like nerves running through The fabric of our lives, not thread. For I feel it. I feel the heat of each knot…