The Bossy One

Spring arrived, yet the cold eats
into my flesh and bones to make
my hands and feet feel numb.

Winter has not done her duty yet,
for she wishes to hang on and
feel the way she makes us feel.

Spring keeps scolding Winter
for being bossy,
yet we know Winter is like an
an older sister who loves the
younger one so,
and cannot let go.

Spring arrived, yet I am glad
Winter is near,
for I do love her
and
the way she makes me feel.

Ourselves

A crisp lightness fills the spaces and brings a glimpse of spring to the winter day. I have nothing but you and my pain, which starts my mind racing.

A flimsy love between two independent souls both long for the rain to wash their sadness away; Two souls haunted by their fear of failure, not being the favoured child, and living with their desire for perfection.

If we didn’t need money in this capitalistic hell, we would be free to be ourselves.

I’m on the train now going to ruin my life again, but I have you through the ages: you and me against the world, ready to live once again.