I keep staring at space
Like you are suspended in the air
Or you hung from the skies
Just so I can see you
Are you really there
You gone
Has ripped me apart
Turned my oranges into bleach white
You were my everything
My good perfect thing
The reason sunrises were magical
And sunsets made sense
Mornings I opened my eyes looking foward
To you waking me up with your kicks
6 am to be precise
An early riser you would have been
Everything I ever
Was found in your tiny heartbeat
That beat next to my heart’s rythm
You were the centre of my universe
My life revolved around waiting for you
Waiting for your grand entrance into my imperfect life
Now my universe is no longer centred
I feel gravity has shifted
Causing an imbalance into my now minimal life
This space I keep staring at
It moves not
It cannot even speak to me
My child
Whisper to the wind in the morning
Help me feel sane again
Speak to the birds in the air
So as they chirp I can hear you sing
Sing to this space that has found residence in my heart
You were my whole universe
Now I feel I want to move to an unknown galaxy
Where time stands still
Until I see you again
What will Center my universe



Tall buildings and People in the city is A Good Match. I took this photo sitting under a tree in the middle of the city center. I needed to get out.



I keep thinking that you will come back to me
But you don’t
I keep thinking that you will find me again
But you don’t
I keep thinking you will laugh with me
But you don’t
I keep thinking you will love me again
But you don’t
I keep thinking you will get back to me
But you don’t
I keep thinking that you will Jiggle to our song
But you don’t
What should I think
Why should I think
How should I think
When should I think
Where should I think



If we were having coffee
I would stare at the coffee stain
On the empty mug of coffee
Sitting on a single coaster
Legs crossed on the black and red sofa
Arms around my chest
Thinking of the conversations we would have had
The laughter we would have shared
How much love would have surrounded us
Sipping hot coffee
Within inches of each other over the table
If we were having coffee
I would tell you about my day
You would laugh at my less than funny jokes
Still you would laugh
Because mummy’s jokes are always funny
I would relish in your presence
Bask in your unconditional love
Knowing you had me wrapped around your little finger
If we were having coffee
I would let you add another spoonful of sugar
To your already sweet cup
Just to give in to your begging eyes
Let the coffee spill just a little
So we can see what pattern the coffee creates on the table
If we were having coffee…
We’ll never have coffee my boy



I have no more pieces of my broken heart to break
I have no more strength to give my heart away
I have no more tears to fight back from falling
If all pieces are broken
Which piece do I start picking up first
Which parts do I glue together
So they do not fall off again
From the weight of a dead love
I may not love again
Like I loved you
All I feel is this empty space
This hollowness that reminds me you are gone
My heart is an arid land
Devoid of leafy greens
Or blooming flowers
Only dried up barks of trees
A stump that still stands
In the scorching sun
A thump of an empty valley
Cracked clay with zigzag lines
This arid land has no more rainfall to give
This Arid land known as my heart
Has no more broken pieces left



Baby I needed to cry
So I did
Until it hurt less



Do I Slur when I speak of you
Yes everytime I do
My thoughts are in disarray
I want to say this
My mouth says that
Words cannot form speech
Because my emotions are too dense
My feelings too occupied by hurt
Missing you is corrupting my heart
Spaces between my lips
Remove no sound
Because I have no sense of time
My time has stood still for so long
Moving in waves of disillusionment
My slur is caused by a lack of your presence
I avoid speaking
So I do not misspell your name
Because words refuse my speech
Velvet dreams have no meaning
Words of comfort become logic
I can only speak in my dreams
The times I dream of you
Words fall over each other
Trying to make sense to me
I still cannot verbalize your absence
Seems this slur will be part of me
Until words fall in line
Or grief leaves my heart