Crying is such a powerful and simp… I think it’s probably raw love, a mineral from the deepest mine, I carry it, in my dirty bleeding h… scraped from the earth, far underg…

When they can’t describe the feeling or the memory of a whole person, or a moment You held me to account, even when we were smashed you were sharp mate, and boy could we laugh, and shar...

Sadness is a poem Our hearts write to us over a lifetime Watching and Hoping we’ll stop ru… And finally sit down for a proper…

The tide comes in The tide goes out a dog lying in the sun stretches a… the universe sighs And moods and thoughts come and go…

There it goes again, Sometimes? often? I wish I could talk with my neigh… I miss them, I ache, like I’m missing every little loss…

I suspect, although I’m not sure, that all this time there’s been a cup or a pot full of something which sometimes boils over or overflows I wonder if somehow I’ve taken off the lid and...

Knowing no-one, but looking, desperately needing connection Engine throbbing like a distant dance party in hell, resonating in every wall and steel plate, ladder, corridor Smell of hot ...

I visited your grave today I probably won’t come again I couldn’t find you there neither was I, really. Just your name and rank.

I’ll always be near you but never to touch Always just beneath your feet Just never rolling in the grass Always somewhere in the walls