.

So they’ve gone
London - Hong Kong – Perth

The remaining pieces from a past life awaiting their arrival
In boxes,
At a house by the sea.

And left behind to solider on
The broken remains of family.

Quiet times
The words on a screen blurring
The mind wanders
While papers sit idly on my lap
Leaving time to dream up scenarios
The kind, I am too guilty to say aloud.

Soy suposed para ser feliz

Except, sorry, I’m not.

There is much to say and no energy to do it

And I have a confession to make.