Sunday, July 9


When you return,
you return
my madness to me.
A spring sets into my soul
and everything is easier
once again.
Everything is simpler
everything, more fun.
Like just sitting
and watching tv
or doing the dishes
after tea.
Or just staring
out of the window,
watching the trees
groove in the breeze.
Or doing nothing.
I don't miss you terribly
when you are gone
but everytime you're back
I know what I have been
missing, all along.

Friday, July 7


We're right next to each other
but you need to see
with your eyes closed.