finding Amsterdam (2019)

Empty Rooms

 

Nothing for sale

But it was just after 10am

Everyone has to sleep, sometime.

 

Just soulless rooms with empty stools

High plinths

All the better for selling the wares

Faux leather

Wipe clean

Red …. of course

 

The sweet cloying perfume of cannabis

Hung heavy in the morning air

Joints easier to buy in a coffee shop here

Than a decaf latte to go

 

She barely registered them

Meandering by

Safe in their cosy togetherness

Just stood there

Bored vacant stare

A world away from theirs

The other side of the glass

 

Black lace

Painted face

Long legs

Pert breasts

A man’s fantasy tick box

In one window display

 

“It’s just sex”

“They’re looked after here, they’re …. clean”

“Business is business”

“At least she has a job”

“It happens anyway, anywhere”

“You can look, but, no fucking photos … ok?”

 

No

None of it felt,  ok

 

Her waist gave her away

Less a woman, more a girl

When did her journey bring her there?

Too young, too young

 

And when

Did her mind and her heart become empty rooms

Where for less than 50 euros

She had no choice but to sell her soul

 

 

finding Him

 

 

Unwittingly

 

They had each held the end 

Of the invisible string of fate

Connecting them

 

All the while

The string coiled tighter 

Pulling them in

 

Closer and closer

 

That day

Life held its breath

 

Their bodies so near now

The distance between them

No more that a moment in time

 

“Can I sit here?”, she’d said

 

He looked up,

The day stood still

All that went before, was before

 

This was their time

 

Fate’s work was done

 

finding The One

How was your day, today, my love?

Was the train on time?
Did your meetings all go well?
Did you work your lunch, or take the time, to look
out of the window at that bluest of blue sky we had today
and wonder if I’d seen it too?
And are you seeing friends tonight?
Or snugging in
with season four, a beer and take away?

My day?

The same …
the train, the meetings all went well, the lunch, the bluest of blue sky,
the friends, the snugging in …
and yes, I did, take time to wonder about you.

I know,
it’s strange
… you haven’t met me yet, don’t even know my name.
Our ordinary days go by, our lives evolve,
our paths wind on their way.

But know that, on just one of your so ordinary days
You will look up and see me there and wonder
is it her?
The one who I’ve been waiting for?

And I will feel the same.

Don’t rush, my love.
That day will come and if the time is right,
There’ll be no need to shout, and wave to stand out from the crowd.
Our paths will cross
And I will know you are the one
And you will know it too.

And there will be no more so ordinary days …
… and you will know for sure that when you see the bluest of blue sky

… that I have seen it too.

x

 

 

 

 

finding that Eating Alone Isn’t Funny!

 

Laughter needs two people.

Laughing alone, tears rolling down her face,

because her book, the one that was meant to make it look

like she hadn’t been stood up

in the restaurant,

that book – well it was

side-splittingly, eye-wateringly hilarious!

And who, in their right mind,  would want to sit

anywhere near the crazy English lady

snorting in the corner!!