Early morning,

the grey sky doesn’t glitter.

I sit here and

think about all the men I have sat here with,

including the one beside me.

You were my favourite.



the yellowing sky is hazy.

I sit here and

look at the hole-punched clouds,

wondering who is being blessed with a glittering revelation.

I should be outside.



the purple sky still doesn’t glitter.

I sit here and

lament that I am buying a semi at such a youthful age.

Lights jump on elsewhere and ignore me.

The lake glimmers, perhaps.


Days like today

are not what I live for, or what I die for.

Unseasonable weather usually brings unseasonable happiness,

but today is just missing.


Soon after sunset,

never mind.

I just saw the blue sky glitter.