Home

I’ll build you a home in my arms,
Where you can be alone.
But if I do,
I don’t know
If there’s enough room for two.
If you’re in my chambers –
If you’re in my heart,
Then the last thing I’d want
Is for this house to fall apart.

Every Time

I die on the inside every time I decide to leave someone behind.
Or when I lay to rest the plans we never had,
Or the memories we never made
In a future that we will never see
Together.

Together was all we had,
And I find myself here at the end
Of it all, struggling to stand tall
And raise my head high.
Because every goodbye kills me,
And I die every day, afraid
Of the next one to go away.

I’m so fine with it, sometimes,
Somehow, but then there are times
When I’m drowning in the deep depths
Of despair, where the air
Escapes my lungs
And leaves me behind.

Forgotten Baggage

With tears in his eyes
He stared out of the train window
At a world that passed him by
Ever so quickly.

He looked, and saw
The trees falling,
The grasses wither,
And the birds falling

So deeply in love
As they fly in pairs
Through the trees
And build their nests

So they may settle
In a home in the shade,
High in the green trees,
Away from all harm

Before they too, leave
For a better place
Where they will find their warmth
And final resting place.

The sun dried his tears
And a smile slowly spread across his face
As he turned into a bird
And flew to the horizon.

Hot-Air Balloon

I want to be up there
In the basket of the hot-air balloon,
Drifting through the sky.
To be up so high,
Basking in the sun
And forgetting where I’m from.
To fly far, far away
To the fiery display –
All the way,

Past the horizon.

16/01/2021 – Leaves

I just want to leave;
Disappear like the leaves
In the Fall and just
Give up on it all.
I just want to see the sun shine
In the Spring, and feel fine.
I want to see the flowers grow;
Watch the butterflies put on their show
As they dance in the sky above,
Proudly displaying their love.
I look forward to the Summer,
To walks in the park,
When I can hold you tightly in my arms.

But then Winter comes again,

And the leaves fade away.
But at least you’ll be there by my side,
Day after day.

23/06/19 – Heart

If home is where the heart is,

I’ve lost my heart not so long ago.

I’m asked,

Does it feel like home yet?

And I wonder,

Can’t they see this bloody hole in my chest?

It hasn’t healed over,

There’s been no stitches,

Not even a disinfectant.

I can see the infection,

Gnawing away at raw flesh.

Some days there is restoration,

Some nights there is none.

No comfort,

Rest,

When all that keeps me awake is a deep longing.

Alas,

It’s a reason to live.

To be whole,

Grow a new heart.