Ten days ago I didn’t know you. Didn’t know you walked the streets of anywhere walked the streets of London Didn’t know you Didn’t know you had walked the dusty sights of that anywhere near where I had breathed the streets of there and then in London. I didn’t know the sight of each “1 new message” could stop my lungs for 58 hours stop those bellows in my chest which for fifty- eight hours half-inflate. If I text, will I have blown it?
Said plainly in acknowledgement of Valentine’s Day.
Both of my recently published books include poems on love and relationships. Preview by clicking on the titles below: