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



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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