lightning wagers
a warning, a war
in the skies above
the car park.

i drag my ballet shoes
along the wet cement &
its painted white lines.
sighing, not caring
that my clothes are
drenched.

you won't pick up the phone.
i've been looking for your face
everywhere. sitting on the steps,
drinking careless cups of coffee,
having dinner alone.

i stand in the dark
for a minute or more,
too afraid to be seen
by artificial light.

shoulders are aching,
seeming thinner, weaker
than i remember.

it's because i have
so many more regrets
to carry in my head.