Year

dreaming, wandering

floating, shifting

clocks catch their breath

summers slow death

days trip into night

stealing light

love caught short

before what it might

have been

or is, or is not

heart in knots

forget me, forgot me.

One year.

Places have traces

scattered by the pier

Brighton trembles

but how can I lie

in my bed

where you lied

and it was said

casual as tea

I look to the sea

where you found me

you confound me

you can find me