Tree

I was completely convinced
You and I were watching the same tree
While I was caught up in the
Gentle sway of our leaves

Your gaze was fixed to our shallow roots

Part

Every day I resort back
To trying to make sense of it all
Trying to place you in my best reality
All the while ignoring my favourite dream

In which you played no part

Hand

You magician
Imagine how beautiful
A torn sofa and an old mattress
Have become at the turn of your hand

I can hardly bear their sight without you

Sorry

Before you
I was losing life energy
You sealed the vile and left me
With extra tape

So why say sorry when I owe you thanks