Tag: waiting

things I cannot tell you

I cannot tell you, for example, that I am resting against the ache of not seeing you rise in the morning to sip your coffee at the window or that the prospect of you is the hidden sun in my throat that glows, that pulls … Continue reading things I cannot tell you

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the waiting

the waiting creeps up from feet, passes hips, submerges wrists in slippery uncertainty naturally, the ear strains to catch the subtle shift of air that marks departure no one ever sings through the smoke of staying – love and smoke both only ever go sometimes … Continue reading the waiting

this is how

this is how things end then - with dancing, and a ruined heart unexpected and yet somehow not, since this is you afterall this is an emptiness that cannot redeem itself with waiting but I've grown used to thorns, have almost forgotten the fireflies, have … Continue reading this is how

reluctance

seems every corner these days, yellow reluctance hangs from the trees but can you maybe see the small promise in the perchance-forgetfulness of coming wintry rimes where we might biding sleep 'til wakened by warmer times © Sarah Whiteley