Let’s tell our favourite stories; you’ll tell me about the runaway train that you always thought you’d catch up with eventually; until you finally realised the further you run away the further you have to run back again and you always ended up gasping for air clutching your sides.

Maybe I’ll be honest and tell you that every time I move away and start again with renewed hope – every time I’m just chasing ghosts, unable to forget the winter spent together, our blue hands and bluer lips pressed close together to keep warm.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s