Trying to get on with my life.
And all I can feel is you're eyes burning; waiting for me.
To come and play with you.
Bitter and angry it makes me, pushing you away with frowns and sharp dicing words.
When all I want to do. Is sit here by the window. Staring at the flakes of blossom drifting off the trees in the back garden.
Sitting watching nature unfold and say hello.