Must Not

I smile at your words

And berate myself.

We share this table

But not our dreams.


A Beer and You

In this city of cloud and grime

We search for pools of sunlight

Where we can drink our thoughts away.


Grey cotton skies
fumble past the pane.

The Eye peeks through the horizon,
a bittersweet reminder
of distance.

I drink my coffee,
You embrace slumber.

But you should be here
dousing the candlelight.

And I, cutting you the first slice of cake.