blindsuperhero

The Love I Feel For You Closer at last, we talk of light, your friends, of unknown things; Worry your distance, travel our art, two hundred miles, every word a visitation. The Love I Feel For You a title unspoken; light pouring from these friends, from elsewhere, belonging not: – a city you never owned nor within my gift, cold and golden light you gave me only once. The best of me was long before: in streetlamps, empty nights; – an aching hollow at the centre of my art. This haunts me only in the forgetting, in the moments I allow: this here is one such.