Film

Sat across from me,

you smile and move your hand, that way you do.

I look up to see your eyes

as they close slightly.

Everything around fades to pale

and someone turns the sound down.

I imagine an audience

watching us on some screen. A popcorn-filled hand pausing

on the way to its destination.

Then we both realise, and laugh

and the credits start to roll.

Camden

They sat for a while

by the canal in Camden

and considered quietly

their first altercation,

in person that is

having gone quiet at times

in phone coversations.

A hand reached out

seeking contact with another

and they forgot what was wrong

watching the boats drift past.

Need Me

You need me,

you need me to talk

to you when alone

in darkened rooms

to draw you close

and to make everything

seem to be alright.

You need me to reassure you,

cajole you, embrace you

and all that you are.

And me?

I need you to need me.

Prisoner

Hold me in your mind.

Hold me close,

and imprison me,

like a criminal in your hands.

I will only be released,

When you don’t care anymore.

I can live without,

That kind of freedom.