(of awake, and asleep - thank you Donna Tartt, thank you),
my mind was also drifting between two poems,
which were slowly being composed in my head.
The first - inspired I think,
by that Will Young song,
or Lana Del Rey;
the second - about the seaguls
moving up and down on the waves,
just far enough out to the sea
to not be disturbed.
And as the two states - unconsious, and consious -
battled on,
the poems did too.
---
I can't remember how the other one went
but this one was about those smart sea gulls
sleeping on the sea
far enough out
to not be bothered by the break of the wave.
how did they know
it was the perfect place to go?
---
Dear Sophie,
not every poem is for you,
but you may think they all are.
You may feel things,
when reading my words,
that remind you of us.
Or you may read things and think
'this could only be about me' -
if you read them at all.
It would be best if you didn't.
Because nothing about them is for
or about or because of you.
Not anymore.
---
it's hard to articulate the difference
between using what we had
as an influence
and writing exactly about you.
