Aching hollowed flutter
On the edge of joyful remoteness.
The pleasure cruise of a dream world full of connection.
Just at its wings,
Newness fading into familiarity.
Light peaking over the ridge of truth,
And washing away the stillness.
Washing away the ‘us’ that never was.
Beneath a faulty cloud of tenderness.
Sewn together by wounded thread and pricks of bitter disarray.
Before one another under a crescent of flighty jumbled words.
Synthetic laughter tainting the pleasure of happenstance.
Loneliness a size too big for perfection.
Thumping along to the beat
Of a heart cracked wide open.
The centrepiece in a world full of ruined plenty,
And carefully, shaken faith.