Poem: Drive Home

Would you judge me if I smiled to myself?

If I cracked like wind burnt skin

Because I’m soft as a dying leaf

And it’s marbled rocks within

When I cry it’s like a thunderclap

Distant and insane

But now I’m like the cloudline

A presentation in grey

The understatement of beauty

And the smoothness of your skin

My heart like the shoreline

New life breaking again

Could I keep you to myself?

Collect your heat like winter wind

Because I’m orphaned without you

But my path guides me in