New Year’s Day
Birds flying over Leinster Road
Empty streets
No sense to pray.
I got your letter
You left before November
Looked down and went that way
“It will be the better”.
Trying hard
Banishing the only memory we made
A nostalgic smell stuck on my scarf
I’ve been falling apart.
I’m not fighting
Hiding and seek
it’s a hopeless battle
I’ll be here, healing.
Holden Hunting 