The Eve of Valentine’s Day

She chased after the time Lost to sleep and disorganisation – Flitting wind and rain-swept hair, She fought the vertical rain With her navy blue umbrella. Stranger familiars greeted her With kind words at the glass door, Then sent her up stairways, Corridors of empty rooms And silent spaces. Words spoken, Her ears unlistening, SheContinueContinue reading “The Eve of Valentine’s Day”