last night i saw
cars. their headlights
like a string of pearls.
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