You Are Not Here
Posted: 16 March 2004
Word Count: 74
Summary: - For P.M.J and that summer
There is no warmth and nobody is singing
This night is wide but unwelcoming
Here is somewhere not uncomfortable
- and yet not truly home.
Snacks and cycles and gestures through air thick as privet
The type of dense hedgerow we would feed to the stick insects
That your brother kept in a case of glass:
Burning on the window sill
All through the summer that we went mad
- and gave up caring.
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