icy teardrops

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she stands
in the empty graveyard
heartbroken and lost
pale faced
cheeks icy cold
tears freezing
as they trickle
silently

invisible
and alone
always alone
forever alone
she aches
for her love

but she knows
they can never be
for he is
all warmth
and light
and she
the bringer
of the snow

Oblivious

The more I write
The less I clean and tidy
(I was already messy)

I
imagine
Myself
One
Day
Precariously
Perched

On top
Of a pile of
Unopened letters
Papers and books
Saucepans and plates
Dirty clothes and bed linen
Children scrabbling over messy floors
Up the side of the mound calling my name
Complaining quite loudly “mummy we’re hungry”
As I write and I write and I write And I write

Oblivious