Living In A Landscape Painting

You want to live in a landscape painting
well we’re washed out from all this waiting
this world will bleed you until you’re dry
and leave chalk outlines of where we lie
but we can find a way to put colour back in
just choose a hue and then begin

Peregian

We walked along your beach today
we didn’t have a lot to say to each other
I remember the last Christmas together
before the news broke
how I awoke one morning and went down to the sand
and began to feel a sense of unease
and wondered to myself what I would do
if I knew this was the last time I’d see these waves
perhaps it pays to give attention to these premonitions
because as it turns out, I was thinking of you

Au Revoir

If I were to write
a farewell note
If I wrote
such a thing
it would begin with
"Goodbye"

A Few Words On Seven Years

I’m going to step outside today
with a pair of secateurs
and snip at the stem some flowers for your vases
it’s Spring again and there’s so much new life to collect for decoration
it’s September again but it’s not the date that makes me recollect how much time has past
it’s walking passed a bookshop to see your favourite author has released another novel
just another you’ll never read
for some reason, amongst all the other injustices of being made to leave too soon
that sometimes seems to be the cruellest blow
it’s just these simple pleasures that I now know
you’ll never get to experience again
and I can’t read them for you
they’re not really to my taste
that’s why it seems such a heartbreaking waste
that they just sit on the bookstore shelf
because I still just don’t understand why you didn’t get to read them for yourself