Meticulously trawling 
Through archives 
Of missed opportunity 
Calling old numbers
On worn business cards
Are you still there?

Season of rearing
Likened to summers
Where grey skies
Isolate us from
Bronzed bodied beach
Work play enmeshed 

Two trophies stand
Proudly against my chest
Giving out endlessly
To everyone depleted
Scars like war wounds

Though burden borne
Respond to moonlight
Swooning despite 
Just a sliver 
In the morning

Travelling across time
Space and memory 
To wherever you
Happen to be
Field of flowers walking 

Permission to unleash
All turbulent thought
Washing over trail
Of many footprints 
Behind you