Category Archives: Prose

You ask 

for my wholeness.

Once again,

I say

‘I am scattered’.


   

Whilst they grasp at Summer, 

one by one we let the seasons go.


A heart

not given

is mine

to earn. 


A fold upon white fold,

still stars they resemble.

All hearts beat,

let not yours tremble.


You had gone and truth I had yet to say. 


Hands no longer still,

moving to break the stillness.

Empty space they fill.


Tired of being tired,

I hadn’t noticed

until I stopped.