Scribbled Thoughts

Flesh

touches the firm

solid pressure

and is reassured

stability

is finally returning.

The smell of new

and the future

settles on the day

and you can smile again,

watching water

flow,

its temperature maxed

in a moment.

Shorts to sustain

an obsession

and a lifeline.

Feed my desperation

for distraction

by giving

five minutes of content

I can spend a month

rewatching

and reimagining.

Anything to stop

spiralling

dark thoughts.

Twelve years together

and nearly eleven

mourning you,

remembering

fond moments

and still calling

your name by accident.

It doesn’t hurt as much,

but I will

never forget you.

The muttered affection

of ‘Colonel Masters’

as you lift us up

into a moment

of connection

and joy.

Did you feel it too?

Rip out

the rotting

but endure

a lingering smell.

Will it be masked

by the new?

Or is it too late

to erase

that stain.

Cautious greetings

turned into

understanding glances,

respecting your space

but knowing

our presence

was finally

a comfort.

I hope you

knew that,

in the end.

Take a chance

on being happy

instead of

predicting heartache

and failure.

It’s harder,

but train positive

into your mind

and see

what possibilities

may follow.

Recharge

but have

old emotions

weigh you down

and ruin

a relaxing moment.

Can you ever

really be the person

you were

before they

were born in you?

Deliver

a temporary hole

to throw all evidence

and clean out

as much as you can.

What will you choose

to toss away

forever?

Last

in a longer moment

to finally be released

into calm.

Can you endure?

Can you try?