08 Aug 2016 – Typing
Typing letters all night to a lover
estranged from me by soil heaped on a grave.
In the waking moment I discovered
I’d foolishly forgotten to press SAVE.
In the starlit hours I spent soaring
the fire filled me, I sang out my soul
in symphonies of rhyme, this heart adoring
she who lies imprisoned in the cold.
Some say I’m a fool to go on loving,
they tell me loving can’t bring back the dead.
All they have to offer me is – nothing –
Empty dreams of daylight in their heads!