tip-toe through days

i walk down the street and think i hear your voice, my heart stops for just a second and i turn to see a startled stranger. when i walk down the aisles of a super market, i catch a glimpse of your shirt, your hands, your hair trailing round the bend. it hurts so bad sometimes i think i’m dying, most of the time i try not to think of you. i feel such a loss inside me; i do not think i will never be right again. time slips, slides, hides, bends, curves, dips, arches her-self… tip-toes around me these days. she no longer hits me like she used to. maybe that is what we get from loss; the ability to be harmonised with time herself. a trade for a life. i know what i would choose but we could never have the choice, could we.

- always always R.