It's Still Life

Too Easy, Far Gone

Do you remember when
we were breezy?
We laughed like birdsong.

Adieu, you said, like wind
that slips through windows.
Where is your breeze now?

Too easy, far gone.
Do you remember when
we were harmony?

A two-part chorus.
Cold burns my ears.
You still burn my heart.

Do you remember that
I still burn for you?

Writing for Red Wolf Poems whilst listening to Sam Smith’s “Too Good at Goodbyes”