Even you

You leave and you return,
You leave and you return,
And all the days pass by soon,
But, in the dark, you all leave
And silence plays its eerie tune.

They say, lovers leave and should,
If anyone knows, you would;
But there are some who return;
That happens rare and, mostly,
In loneliness, alone you shall burn.

You have seen the moon shining bright,
It oft becomes the sole centre of night,
All rave on her beauty and swoon;
But, on the darkest night, she leaves –
Even the moon leaves, even the moon.

So laugh, while you can, and fuck and eat
And, if you can, go ahead and repeat;
Because everyone leaves and this is true;
And in the darkest hours of deceit
Even you could leave, and yes, so will you.


Little Things

It starts small.

Little things you forget to do.

The morning kiss

On the forehead as you leave

Out the door.

The roses

Brought just to say

What words always do.

The lingering stare

Across a friend’s

Birthday dinner.

The time spent

In each other’s company

Because you missed him

After a day of work.

The arm across the shoulder

As you take the pet for a walk.

The questioning

After a troubling statement.

The soft spoken hi

Between naked bodies

In a warm bed.

These are the first to go.

Sacrificed to oblivion

As unconsciously done

As when they first formed.


I‘ve heard it can love, again and again,
And nothing can detract from its vigour,
No matter the crush of failure and pain,
Or of the stress of life or its rigour.

I have heard (now know) of its strength unmeasured,
As it makes heroes rise and empires fall;
It can single you out to be untreasured;
Yet ables you to stand against it all.

It teaches you just to feel and not learn,
It gives you your self, yet takes you away,
It makes you happy and it makes you yearn,
It stays with you when it leads you astray.

Even when word and thought are unspoken
It hums its song even when it lies broken.