Walking through the woods in Autumn
I don’t remember the colours
looking so bright
and distinguished from each other…
What love is like for me
a fading memory I am clinging on to
fleeting romances
and I didn't even catch his last name…
A sad song
I came here a lot when dad was ill
and it really made me feel -
like I just couldn't breath…
Pirouetting
I’ll always love you but I need to walk away
and there you went
before I could even have my say…
Thought Process
Looking at the people going home on the train
Would I ever see their faces again…