27 years in, one heart out...

that did

So unfamiliar to me now that
i'll be staring into coned black gaps.

to exist and be beautiful
like oil swirled through puddles on pavements
coloured magic in partial pollution
soon gone and
our delays eagerly waited delayed days
that don't even come now

words did come
out of silent mouths that talked
balancing egos and selves
fingertips that tinged orange tipped

to say the least may say the most
and I never liked the colour orange
really, I never did, until experiencing it with you

how funny to dwell on such a don't matter