[March/April time in the series, after the characters break up.]

Under a fold of clouds
                               weeping
           you tear apart a part of me

hands unfold to show my heart.

Five words, five syllables,
the consonants the stuck out mocking tongue.
You’re still beautiful
when you destroy.

Smile empties into tarmac.
Collects in the gutter where it used to belong.
Dribbles away, a blank faced fool.
‘I do not love you,’ over and over again
turning through the thudding thrum.

The city’s a beast that snarls.
Concrete maze, my labyrinth.
A cacophony silent but the four plus one.

I am whispering that I will forever love this man.

- M. R. Wallis

I hope the broken structure helps to realise how the character must feel.

I’m reviewing Laura Marling at The Lowry tonight.  Two press tickets courtesy of a very kind friend.