forgotten feeling

Remind me please
that sunshine comes from above
I’ve had to find it elsewhere
as London proves that we’re all
fools for spring

As I wait for the season to shine
I have found the light
through new postcodes
and thrifting treasures
stretching the legs
driving into the expanse
and bypassing dead ends

I have found the warmth
through the phone with a friend
dancing with familiar strangers
sharing my favourite meals
running towards the new
and trusting the fall

Remind me please
that sunshine can be a feeling
I’ve had to make it myself
and though the real rays are welcomed
I’m not a fool at all

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Waiting patiently/impatiently for spring sunshine to arrive - and realising in it's absence, that I can make my own.

valentine

Seven men stand
Outside the florist
Waiting to surprise
The person on their mind

Six bouquets brighten
The grey tube carriage
Love littering eye lines
Flowers bringing life

Tell your people
You love them
On the one day you
Don’t have to be shy

I took my own
Fearless, careless advice
And now I am impatiently waiting
For the reply

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Oh, I’m a sucker for love - you should know that about me. I was on the bus, driving through Shoreditch and past a florist. The view of men lining up waiting to pick up their bouquets painted me in romance and I thought about who might be on the receiving end of their love. I looked at my phone and thought, “Do I, don’t I,” and battled with messaging a crush something, anything, nothing.