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




like Lazarus


it lives.


I pushed

you obliged


now here

we are


no stardust

in our eyes


still unsure

of how to live



‘love thing’.





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