And I, just like them, know loss
I carry it the way rivers carry secrets
Only whispering to stones.
Measuring time with shadows.


He tried to forget the shape of the shoulder he had once cried on,
And if he failed, which he did, he would then forget how to cry.

I Apologise

I am sorry for loving you in parts. Only engaging with the sides of you I wanted to remember. My shallow mind then had been deceived that I could find my manhood between the legs of a woman.