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

During rush hour
Everyone seems to think that...

Thighs
strangled...

Look, our children
are playing in the snow...

She fell pregnant.
He remembered the words...

I was 6 hours ahead when
you rang...

Pack your clothes,
but leave an ironed shirt...

Until there’s nothing
more to love...

Here,
no longer in nightmares...

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

The moment
you stop visualising...

Crosses and arrows.
X's and O's...