insignificance

sometimes
on Tuesday evenings that stretch into
forevers
you come to mind

you, whose name I haven't decided
who lives in swirls
of red and hues of it
who is a constant companion
in the loneliness that comes
with this soul
and all the poetry

hazes visit you
your irises
they tell you of the look I had on my face
yesterday
whilst I waited for nothingness
and the tips of my fingers
when they touch the keys
to write what I don't feel

perhaps it is solace
or puppy breath
or rain on that verandah
illuminated by street lights
or maybe almond cookies
that conspire within their hearts
to replace your thoughts

your thoughts that come trotting
wearing gum boots
smiling
waving
promising
and confusing

they leave huge footprints
and in all the wrong places
and when she comes knocking
tomorrow morning
she'll be wondering
who exactly wears gum boots
in the balm that
comes with june

post dated

Little twinkles of
Yellow and red
Illuminate the horizons
Beyond the trains
Which chug into
The station
Following each other
Almost out of habit
And having known
No other parallels

The white shining down
On my eyes
Feels hazy
Blurry
And pale in comparison
With the light
Reflecting off the orb

I feel one
Singular.
After a lifetime

Will the night
Be disrupted
Interrupted
Greeted almost
With demons
Crying out
Uncaged?

The impatience
Is almost palpable
While we wait for
Our train
Our ride
Home.