Writing — love

Lockdown

I try to stitch the pieces.
Fuse the fibres back together,
Of heartstrings that have been stretched,
All elasticity loosened.

05:47

05:47

The modest calm in the morning,
Light slowly, quietly dawning.


Remains of the day

Remains of the day

When the moments are snatched,

Wings

Wings

Watching you test your wings,

Makes my heart sing.