Absences

Your candles

flickering low,

families gathering

whispering

 in back rooms,

tuning out, you are like

an old analogue radio.

Words drowned in the

howling gale,

 jigsaw pieces

no longer fitting,

memories mix with reality

frustrations turn together,

at the interface

love and anger collide,

showering rainfalls

of tears,

for what you once was.

Bone and dust

Bone and dust

Talacre

Where the sky sits so low,

pressing down on my

emotions, allowing the slow

waves to break beyond my

eyeline

A cliff edge of vertigo

where the sky sits so low

my eyes burning into

the lighthouse, below

everything

crumples into sand,

 a cliff edge of vertigo

spins my senses, and

i see only yellow,

everywhere.