Shades of monochrome bring the imagination back
to something that might have been:
Summer passes by through a stranger’s eyes
a line in every chaotic dance between
the spilling of emotion from my mouth to withdrawal.
I am on the beach with you, next,
Kilometres and sentences apart,
where every unspoken word escapes through a crack in the facade of
Eyes, ears, mouth in a slow growing tandem of an imagined fantasy.