From a murky window, I watch you disappear
Through dusty picture albums, your face is not so...

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

A mimicry
of what it used to be...

A solitary raindrop
rolls down your left cheek...

Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan...

When I see you, I feel disorientated,
like I’ve stepped on the extra stair...

Like the
searing glow of ominous...

We rest our heads together
amongst crisp packets and empty tins...

You wield your
tongue like an assassin's...

Your voice,
leaking portraits...

You sang
only for me...

The campfire is comforting;
our palms are warmed...