Odes to You

An ache in my heart,
A spark in my head,
Fingers on the keyboard,
Until enough’s said

A Station Bench

Empty station. A train from the City leaving.
Not a soul is there. Just you and me.
Arm in arm and hand in hand,
We weave our way to the other platform.

I Can Feel You

Here, in my heart, I can feel you.
Every time your eyes sought out mine.
Every word you have spoken.
Every touch. Every smile. Just for me.

Soul Mates

Everywhere I go
I’m searching.
Scouring faces
So I don’t miss yours.
Where will you be?

Colors

You have the face of an angel
Though I know you’re no saint,
Which colours to choose
Your portrait to paint?

Cold Words

I am angry with you
I am hurt and insulted.
You throw your corporate words at me –
Clipped, impersonal, cold.
Say nothing more than you have to.

The Other Woman

Is she hurt and confused?
Does she see what is there?
Unspoken words in the air
Between us?