It was one of those days where there was a cold bitter chill in the November air. She had missed her train with a half an hour wait for the next one. People had been making fun of her accent all day, usually she didn’t mind but today it made her feel that pang of homesick. The grey sky rolling over the hills suited her mood. On the train the inspector was nice but not one she knew by name. On returning to the city, she wandered through the centre and suddenly the lights were bright, people were everywhere, there was laughter and merriment all around her and she got lost amongst everyone else. The loud chatter and vibrant atmosphere made her feel like she was home again. And she inhaled it all, closing her eyes and picturing her home city, feeling at peace once again. You can find pieces of home anywhere you go if you look hard enough.
She learnt to let the wind be the one to ruffle her hair up. The sun put the heat back in to her soul and the stars reignited the twinkle in her eyes. She found her own heartbeat and let her butterflies dance with the birds that flew above her. Once again she had found happy within nature and herself.
It was intense always, she smiled. His fixed stare, his hold on me. Every conversation purposeful, our love making passionate. The way the strength of his arms wrapped around me made me feel weak and strong at the same time. I thought we were magnets with our connection so intense, it could only attract, but I guess it got too much and his end began to repel.
He planted kisses on her skin and compliments in her mind. She learnt to love herself and grow that love with his nurture so that eventually every inch of her skin was covered in freshly sprouted love which continuously spread as if a tattoo sleeve was coming to life all over her body. She dispersed those seeds so she could love him from the deep roots of her soul to the petal surface of her face.
Oh my darling, we are so arrogant,
But with a love this eminent,
Who can blame us?
Let them talk and stare,
We won’t care,
We know it’s real,
Every time our lips seal
I like the way you still keep one eye on me as we circle this room, we still never quite lose track of each other while in the same vicinity.
You would still jump to my defence if I needed it, you still hate that I talk to him, that he’s a close friend,
But we were only ever picture perfect, we are kept enclosed in that keyring at the bottom of a drawer somewhere and now you’re happy with her because she suits you better,
So now we admire each other’s beauty from a healthy distance
Thankful for the time we got together and everything we learnt from each other,
Still intrigued by your part of the world and I still want to go someday,
I still read articles you share and attempt to understand there even if you aren’t here to explain them,
Sometimes I catch a competition on television and I leave the channel on for little longer before I flick through,
I remember you getting excited over the olympics and us celebrating the victory of our teams in excited chatter.
We no longer share a bed but I still enjoy that across a room full of people, my eyes occassionally find you knowing we are still on each other’s radar.
I wish you the best and still respect everything you are.
I collided with him like I was a star in the Big Bang.
The next one was bumpier like a plane landing on the runway.
Then he crashed in to me like a train derails in to a platform.
But you were calmer, more like the ocean hugging the shore, letting me breathe on my own but always returning when I need you.