Footpaths

I think it should be a crime for couples to hold hands while walking down a (narrow) street. They just take up twice the amount of room so you're forced to do this awkward sidestep shuffle. It's like "Oh hey! Imma gonna try to make you jealous 'cause I'm in such a blissful state with my other half AND sorry mate, please get out of our way 'cause this tandem bike ain't moving aside for anyone."
Eat. My. Faeces.

One month and a half...

... and I'm already having nightmares about it. I don't know what sort of wreck I'll be when it actually happens.

Thinking. What good does it do? Now I'm just a basketcase.

Hidden

Wrap each smile and enfold it away
within the arms deep in the recesses.
Those who pose within their gloss
only cheapen the beauty of subtlety.
The warmth inside each embrace,
little graze on my elbow when we pass.
Deep red roses now faded to ashen pale
lifeless but flourish in my mental vase.
I want to lock each of those moments
away from their prying eyes to see,
because in my dreams once in a while,
the way of my escape becomes reality.

Frozen

We're frozen in time, you and I,
a limbo of sorts so we can ignore
the inevitable that must happen.
There's no space for movement
for even the slightest disruption
will cause the ice to crack and melt.
My embrace is futile and desperate,
but eventually our frozen fingers
will slip from each other's grasp.
The icy cage inside my mind
won't thaw until the summer sun.
So those memories will stay until
one day the prison melts away.

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I'm not ready to say goodbye
the summer sun has not come by for
I know my tears will dry eventually.
So until then,
please wait for the winter to pass
with its icy cold rain so I can
walk with you in step under shelter.
Wait till spring comes with flowers
and when they start to wilt and die,
only then will I lay my heart to rest.

Wilt

We were a beautiful bud just beginning to unfurl,
the days seemed long and stretched ahead of us.
Our hands would entwine like the vines beneath us
and we blossomed into brilliancy among the others.
Laughingly we ignored the dust that swirled around
but now I know the truth that must approach us
with an ever fastening pace as the days slip away now.
We will wilt away, you and me, as surely as all roses do
and all that is left of us will be nothing but dust.

Suddenly everything has changed

You promised that you'd try to care still
but each and every time we meet,
I can see the light dimming away slowly,
leaving only shadows on the footpath,
a ghost of what we used to be.
I'm sorry that I don't want to let you go
but I know that when we finally part
there will be only scar tissue left in my chest.
So let me hold you close just one last time
before your warmth disappears forever.