slip

Loneliness in company as fine is fair as fair is fowl

Empty rooms where worn out tunes echo a hollow howl

Soulless shoes and knipped heels bruised from walking after midnight

Lived in bars and crashed in cars turned over in the sunlight

Aleppo was so long ago

But I’ve found comfort in the snow

And freezing feels a lot less numb than smothering in embers

So I’ll slip back beneath the waves and wait for a November

When the sun withdraws its glare

To reveal what’s buried there

Between who we haven’t been and what we’ve chosen to remember