Gulls screech,
like dinosaurs:
4 am, no sleep
sky hung with
grey wisps.
It rains.
We spoke
again today
far away,
so near
it hurts.
Love stings
resurrected
unearthed
like Lazarus
it lives.
I pushed
you obliged
now here
we are
no stardust
in our eyes
still unsure
of how to live
this
‘love thing’.
Victoria Mosley 