Day 8

T o d a y

I

Burnt

the toast.

My eyes watered on the way to the train

S

T

O

P.

Eighth & pine

Two coffees,

Lingering.

It rained for a while,

I

Dreamt

I

Saw

You,

On that bench there.

Pondering our arrangement.

Two bodies

In

Juxtaposition.

Quite L o v e l y

your h a n d s.

I miss your hands I think

Soft and familiar like rainy days,

Suddenly I’ve missed the train.

It’s okay though-

I had nowhere to be-

-C.S.