It was a lazy afternoon you walked into my life. It was Saturday, in Asda- I ran on autopilot, Snaking the trolley up and down the aisles. And then right at the back of the store
I felt your heart beat in the rain, steady soundtrack to our April days, kissed the sweet curve of your jaw as the only part of you I could reach As you detached my fingers from your sleeve
Everything Is Always Never Perfect I woke up in the morning sun Felt its wholesome yellowish warmth Track paths of light across the duvet- Something dripped onto my crumpled pillow.