Wednesday, 29 May 2013


The best thing about being an adult
is that you make your own family 
and all I wanted 
for such a long time
was to be part of his.

So ironic then
a sweet little torture 
that when I was within 
a whisper
of the adventure 
that would bind us together

that's become an impossible thing.

One trip 
that was to be the making of us
and of love. 

When I am sat alone
at home 
cold and imagining his happiness attending that on his own

this will all come to haunt me.

With love, Beau xx

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