I have been having these moments
waiting for trains
pouring kettles
folding sheets
opening a window

I have been having these little moments
flicking through old magazines
in the off-license
glancing up at windows
looking out across the city

When the magnitude of your potential
when all the things you said to me
when the poetry you quietly dedicated
when the soft touch of your deft hands
upon my pale body
left me reeling

I'm caught off-guard, thinking
I would love to read you
I would love to hear your thoughts
once more

I would love to read the verses
lose myself in your passionate prose
I would love to bathe in your insight
once again

I wonder if
I wonder how
when could this happen
to read you
once more...

(Nov 2016)