against the bed but nowhere to go
the only way out is tears and so, so, so
so I close my eyes and run to
a different strand of time when we
existed
through multiples on stairways of fibre cables running straight
and sideways
sliding horizontally into the past
on to an msn window where you lean backwards on a couch feet up face away
typing to me at midnight,
maybe later I’m not quite sure anymore
a glossy window sits neatly on a matte grey laptop
lying on a marble floor, hiding
illuminated by the screen and only your words, only your words, only yours
my name kept safe only
yours and us and yours and mine and us
batting words back and forth only us cracking jokes at 15 and 18 there was no one but us only
us
Malta 13 September 2019 01:05
