The sound of church bells
cheered from the belfry...

I row my teaspoon through my coffee
mulling over water that has passed...

Listening to the delicate murmur of your heart
that echoes without words...

In her absence-
mouths gather round the...

In the double-seat of
a carousel...

No news is good news
apart from the car garage...

She steps into the colours
of autumn, turning her back...

Within these walls, of where I dwell
My life endures, a love-sick spell...

I remember what
you’d say will history...

I remember your words
many years ago...

No artificial
colours or preservatives...

Can you imagine
if you turned your head around...