4:34 am . spiral
last night i saw
cars. their headlights
like a string of pearls.

everything reminds me of you,
of just feeling that way.

i dreamed about the blackest ocean,
a ghostly moon floating above
i wanted to be out there.

wrote a letter to you
decided not to send it
put it in my box of
unrealised envelopes,
of postcards & trinkets
that i find in op shops.
they were all meant for other
people at some point in time.
found so many letters to you,
most i'd never even finished.

i miss those late nights

nostalgia . uncertainty