The Commuter Years

I’m nearly there.

I’m almost at work. I’m almost at home. I’m almost at uni.

I’m not far from the train station. I’m not far from the bus stop. I’m not far from the car park.

I’ve left the house. I’ve left work. I’ve left uni.

I’m about to step out the door. I’m about to step off the bus. I’m about to step down from the train.

I’m opening the door.

I’m standing up.

My Sign

When we held hands

What did it mean for you?

I have a guess

Based on a glance

I wish I had never seen.

Would it have been different

If it had meant the same to me?

Or even if it had meant anything at all.

Our Signs

You took my hand

And decided it was love.

You held me close

And decided it was more.

 

You looked at me

And decided I should know

You loved me

And decided I loved you back.

Seen

He looks at me
But not in the way I want
But why,
Why do I want to be noticed?
I want to be more than I am
I want to be what he wants to see
It doesn’t matter what he thinks
But yet I want to be seen

Digital Clock

My mind keeps ticking, ticking and ticking.
But should drops of ice take it over
Or should the flame burn on and on?

Is it better for the clock to buffer
Or the clock to be on double speed?

The Unicorn and the Dragon.

Fly away now,

Take my desperate wings along for the ride

They’ll never see the stars otherwise.

Eternity may pass until I honour my vow,

That will have to be enough somehow.

 

Simple holes I don’t try to hide

Yet here they lay still unclassified.

I’m grasping hopelessly trying not to capsize

Whereas you, you deserve to rise.