In the train station
anticipation arrived at platform 5
giving a fisherman's hug and
carrying a small overnight bag
filled with longing and
crumpled curiosity
On the hospital ward
we watch staff restock the halls
their blue uniforms replenishing
the adjustable beds
I wait to be scanned like bruised fruit
You comfort me in soft scents
not undelivered or returned
In the terrace house
between the exposed floor boards
Footfalls ingrain Liverpudlian dirt
trapped in trainer tread
as longings are unloaded
onto soft cushioned sofas
In the parked car
aside the soft Larkin verge
knees clasp together
miraculously divining water
Falling for fast shutter speeds
of digital lenses
you turn your face to look at mine
and I see you hiding there
for the first time
This is one of my favourites. It has such a great sense of vulnerability about it.
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Thanks :) It doesn't feel like I wrote it.
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