[ Featuring Natalie Moores ]
I wrote this out of love.
For all the mornings we pulled
Under duck down with us
So no-one else could have them.
Before the kettle muscled in
When it was just us
And the crack in the curtains.
Your back a blank canvas
To draw the soft edges
Of my dreams on.
Freckles as full stops for
My fingertips,
Yours still lost
In full sentences.
I wrote this out of love.
For the five ironed shirts
Hanging for days on door frames
Leaving us in limbo
Between rooms, and other things
Until Friday when it would just be five hangers
Shivering in their exposed bones
Waiting for bursting washing tabs
On Saturday afternoons
To restart the cycle.
I wrote this out of love
For all the photos I've had to delete from my phone.
Smiles that now seem weaponised.
Shopping list texts that didn't include
The thing thats came next.
I wrote this so that
Those two biro signatures
On those two rental contracts,
Weren't the only time
We appeared on paper together.
I wrote this out of love
With you,
I wrote this out of love
For me.
