I’m chasing footsteps

through my mind

 

where time shifts

blind alley

 

& twenty years

is but a kiss,

 

a touch, a murmured

slip, of who we are.

 

This acid spring

has cut my heart

 

in strips:

 

it’s pumping blossom

all my blood drained

 

& bagged.

 

Your hands are

searching

 

for a grip, it tips

me into sleep.

 

I’m chasing shadows’

where we hide

 

on threshold not yet

crossed, & everything

 

looks grey through

telescopic lens

 

of age:

 

it creeps into my

bones; slowing impulse

 

stifling change.

 

Yes, I’m chasing

footprints in my mind

 

I reach for you

 

your softness slips

between my fingers

 

like this life:

this life all mine.

 

(Listen here.)