Blurry blue on Holloway Road
An orange left in the cold.
Peel soft at the edges,
bright where it broke.
Diamond glass holding morning breath.
You said, “It’s nothing new.”
I said, “Happy birthday.”
Right next to you,
like you always knew
Blue hour by the Seine,
Wind over water rolls.
Versailles already closed,
before it burned to gold.
We left after the afterglow,
nothing left to hold.
So leave the candles unlit
let the wishes wait tonight
Till the eclipse casts its shadow
whatever the night decides
In every quiet second
I can hear it call
we were never meant to
understand
never meant to
understand it all
The giant wheel spinning in Hyde Park,
kept the missing glove while we laughed.
I said, “Remember this — like it would last.”
It never does.
That’s what winter leaves us.
Early spring at breaking dawn.
I see you, in the song
Growing into glow.