It Is All Frightening

We’re all terrified by life,

some of us are lifted up by it,

some of us are squashed down by it,

and some of us are just better

at pretending.

But it is all frightening,

for all of us.

Time Machine

Take me there

The coordinates are burnt on my heart,

Take me back

Let me dream of that,

Take the time machine

To let us love again

Let the emptiness wane

Death isn’t sane

Its hold your breath

Feel the pain,

But nothing else.

I picture your face

As you fade

The sound of your voice

Disappears from my brain,

But if I try to think anything else

It is a vacuum,

The air sucked out

And I’m left with nothing

Empty hands,

And an ache

That nothing will erase.

A time machine

For space

If only we could talk 

Just once more.

One more time.

I’ll tell you everything 

I’ve thought of,

I’ve got many questions, 

I’ll write them down.