We were everywhere
and now we’re nowhere...

You appeared between
the newly painted walls...

I shouldn’t be eating the crisps,
but pass them over please...

It was the week of the phone
in my hand, holding...

If I had five minutes
to talk to you...

The paradox of life
is sometimes you need...

We did not want to meet,
fierce migrants, wanting to fit in...

I wandered through my memories
connecting ribbons of my DNA...

The robust reality,
mundane hours slip...

There is a reason we need roots
connecting us to each other...

As the world continued to spin
around the sun in an endless...

I was called to go in,
go in and find the small sky...