In glowering
wind, by rusty swings...

December must be tired
of being called upon, of being...

Hand-holding, shin-deep amongst a gathering of...
that were tickled by the night breeze, as though...

Noble companion, stay striving still,
keep thriving through weightier nuances...

I went to the station where the rain was
pouring, turbulent, seven years old...

Your lips twitch, betraying the dream you're...
Your slow breath is choral to the soft rain...

Ladybirds tiptoe
my fortune-wrinkled palm trails...

You weren't there but I saw you,
on the steps of the station...

I feel like being the distraction
keeping you up nights, vow...

Walking in the mornings,
I get the feeling that...

The empty road, at night, seems cold,
or tranquil, or both - reflective cats-eyes...

Teardrop (by Massive Attack)
The way you pursed your lips when I left...