I was 6 hours ahead when
you rang...

Salted, sticky
plucked...

You’ve spent summers
in servitude, hearing only...

I can’t write you poetry,
play guitar...

I once had a headache,
Googled the answer...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

I remove my washable
face-mask and guiltily gulp...

You had folded my clothes
on the chair, and left a note...

I
When I saw...

A man may regret many words unsaid,
or lips he'd only ever dreamt of kissed...

Here,
no longer in nightmares...

When the sunlight
cuts the morning rain...