something broke saturday night

i could not carry the weight

visualising loading the cartridges

was too much for me and my love failed

its still there and i still love you heaps but we both look at each other across the chasm of too much hurt

you point out there is no normal and no certainty and how right you are

things will continue and i hope and we can relax in the loss of intensity

or is it going to be always this up and down? i hope not


i don't love you less but its fresher and more airy

not trapped by misperception

more inclusive of the colours on the sea and the wind in the trees