Take A Chance On Me

Take A Chance On Me

It’s high time for a change,

you owe it to yourself

to travel for miles on clean stretches of road

and boast of progress.

Cling onto the minutes, every good second

that makes you feel alive.

The map that guides you

may not be mine too,

but we can stop here at this pub for a drink or two,

the shot we have to spill our souls

and I’ll take it like we only have today.

Something Softer Than Flowers

Something Softer Than Flowers

It’s December 2016, and we pack these winter blossoms

into bento boxes, whispers of potential

to warm these bones, worn as a wish

but later wrapped as a promise.

You profess you cannot understand poetry

so brave the words in plain sight, born of longing

for a lighter spring, a bold leap towards belonging

to the flow of the seasons and folded limbs.

‘More fun’, you said, ‘more time’, list reasons to celebrate

our intertwining lives and smile at the story so far.

The story; so far.