In one day of those days when perhaps you wanted me
I, perhaps, wanted you.
In one day of those days when perhaps you needed me
I, perhaps, needed you.
...
The Swallows fly high this evening
Chasing bugs.
For those little things they dart in changing directions;
Rise up, plummet.
...
Coldblack. Windbreath. Rainspatter.
Flows.
Wraithlight, shadowlight. Liquidtouch.
Bodywarmth.
...
I can switch my phone off silent now.
No further need to hide those messages;
Of assignations, those confirmations.
Those moment messages sometimes
...
In One Day Of Those Days
In one day of those days when perhaps you wanted me
I, perhaps, wanted you.
In one day of those days when perhaps you needed me
I, perhaps, needed you.
In one day of those days when you perhaps missed me
I, perhaps, missed you.
In one day of those days when perhaps you loved me
I, perhaps, loved you.
But, how strange, in this day of these days after you, I do.
(c) Adrian Thomas 2008