Saturday, August 24, 2013


​on a bicycle
sails past me 

quietly, and 
in the light
of the lamp-post

near the grocery store
​​i see him
do a wheelie 

simply, freely 
and almost 

on the empty street
nothing that anyone else
might have seen

except the evening stars
his front wheel 
was silhouetted against. 


i watch
this relationship
gasp for air

limbs flailing
it struggles
to survive

i am baffled
at how love
can be warped

twisted, skewed
and distorted
like a photoshop image

i am shocked at how
it can transform itself
into this

and i weep
till i feel
i might 

cough up
my intestines.
i go through

anger, bitterness
and disappointment

i try to save
bits and pieces frantically
but i realise that

at some point
the relationship
can't take its own weight

and in the end
i only want
to save myself.