Where trees go to bow their leaves
and offer them to rainy streets.
where sunshine scatters like loose change
and kisses fall like petals.
I only wish I could see you again,
not because I forget—
I see you too clearly if anything,
Piecing you together each day.
There’s your nose, opposite, on the tube,
On another’s face
And your smell, in unexpected places:
in the supermarket, buying vegetables,
and in crowds, where you persevere
above the general motion, like a melody
stopping me every time.
After twenty minutes, the sun was just a lip of blue above the town behind them. “We should go back soon,” he said, forgetting how dark it got outside the city. “Yeah,” she said, but then he felt a resistance pulling his arm back and realized she’d stopped. “Alice?” he said a pace ahead.
I didn’t know Sarah’s dad particularly well. He was shy and religious. Sarah told me he found my presence difficult – she was the oldest and I was the first boyfriend in the family.
Where trees go to bow their leaves and offer them to rainy streets. where sunshine scatters like loose change and kisses fall like petals. I only wish I could see you again, not because I forget— I see you too clearly if anything, Piecing you together each day. There’s your nose, opposite, on the tube,…
life isn’t always sweet for the free range pigs
Seaguls in mud 
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