Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Now and Then.

She comes to mind now and then, but just now and then. No more before I sleep, nor when I wake. No more in my waking hours, or my sleep embalmed nights.

I see now that time can only fade, not erase - like an infinite equation, that, when divided, can only give you another sum, and another, and another.

Always reducing in size - never vanquished in presence.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Home Again.

When they leave, whether by will, or by fate - they're still with us - when you love them, when you remember them, when you pretend to forget and smile a smile gilded of weight; they're home again.

Home again.