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Moving Home Morning Headlines
The only notes on colour
On Being Young
Emergency Contact
Over Candles
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In Replace of Better Things
Day Job
Inside Voice
Domesticated Thoughts
Easy Access to Joy
Wait Time
I Had No Other Plans
Better Half of Two Minutes
Three Miles from Home
Chest Pain on Heartache
Valentines in July
Past This Feeling
Hopeful Behaviour
Internal Dialogue
Bedside
Fingers crossed for Autumn heat
It’s never about these things
Departure of Spring
Currency Exchange of Surnames
Nothing Other Than a Day
Not Death, Just Upset
Feelings Over Love
Screentime Reminder
All Just in Grass
To Do Things Alone
Behind a Day
Off Growing Pains
Some Poetic License
Repetitive Ending
Love may be terrifying
Out of Marmite
Lunch Break Pastime
Lists in Winter Months

Complete Collection
Pair up, speak fondly, patchwork similarities next to space always half filled.

Playground Tales.
A primary crush, carried in gingham to learn what secrets are. 
Betrayal to let it leave the tarmac. 
Foreshadow on foundational heartache, but now nothing other than a forgotten name. With past, and melted chocolate in the laundry. 

A resistant pair. 

Go first,
in front of me,
please.  

Playground Tales.
Of made-up stories, this time just as tarmac breaks. A lie about tadpoles, somewhere in the green.
Maybe frogs. 
Embarrassment seems something as unforgivable as a spoilt crush.
A resistant pair.

Now somewhere after adolescence. On the edge of a table. Born familiarity sought. Safety, knowing, finds you. In halls, over dust, with your other half. October steals and splits. 

Quietly, easily, unnoticed. Both are whole now. Maybe. More than before, presumably. 

Past twenty-four more seasons. 

One failed love. One fighting. 

A resistant split. 

Notice of reunion. Past distaste for partnership and a difficulty in duality. A harsh exchange of splits, wound round a staircase conversation. Quietly, easily, notably returning as two. Both whole. 

An absence of resistance. 

The better half of two minutes. Shadowed footsteps, half a size too big. With comfort to grow.

Wait first,
walk with me,
please.
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