Sunday, 30 September 2012

An empty fear

I am afraid.

The stakes are now high 
and I am unprepared
to say goodbye.

I'm also unsure 
of myself
and you
and my value.

So this fear grows
the happiness of summer
seems long ago

I am lost
for I cannot feel
that you will still love me.

I love you,
more than I ever anticipated.

I am afraid.

With love, Beau xx

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Right now
I try to avoid thoughts of
the way you kiss my hair, my neck.

I focus on words spent
the truths expressed
the cold, unemotive prose that
wraps up the matter at hand.

We were never planned.

So I must stop seeking signs
and instead use my mind

not the plague of a child's
view of love.

With love, Beau xx