Sometimes in the darkness

& the quiet

I sit & wait for you.

I love you the most

when you’re gone.

 

It’s so much easier

this way.

Without.

A simpler,

love nunnery of

sacrifice & silence.

 

Then you’re here,

noisy, scratchy, talky.

Too real.

I don’t like it,

but I love you.

 

I want to be alone

with the woods and the trees.

The dogs sit here

so peacefully sleeping

whilst I write this.