…for whom now?  written in 2003…after my son was born…after being all feisty and stuff…okay…


I try to deny

My heart’s cries

As I sigh and pine

For your touch

Water with anticipation

At the thought

Of you and I

Subject to my heart

As it cries

At time spent apart

At word’s left unspoken

At love’s fleeting glance

As I pine

And you simply walk past

© 2003


who on earth was my 2003 ‘self’ pining for? whaaa…??? (I wish I knew…would be great to go back in time and ask ‘who this poem has been written for’)