Things Tagged: pixie

Ten Years Gone

I opened a box, one that hadn’t seen its lid lifted in nearly 10 years. I’d forgotten how much it hurts to miss you. Which sounds a crazy thing to say, but the pain is a thing that lives inside, hunkered down, rarely rawly confronted. Not unless a lid is Continue reading …

Seven

Seven. It’s a prime number. Is that important? It’s odd. Is that? In some cultures it’s lucky. It has a nice, round, feel. It is the number of years since you left. It feels like a point to turn around, in that roundness. In some ways I can pick any Continue reading …

You’re another year not older today. Another year with no way to clink a glass with you, down a drink in celebration. Another year of missing this day; of missing you. Happy birthday pixie, whatever that means now x

The Clock Ticks

The seconds move on. Each minute, hour, day, year. The seconds move on and part of me does not. The days are right, the calendar come round again; it could be six years gone. The love is still the same; the ache may fade and change and become scabbed but Continue reading …

The Moon Is Big Tonight


The Moon is big tonight
Huge in the sky
Bright, like your life
Can you see it?
The same Moon as I?

Happy birthday, my Pixie, whichever Moon you are under

In the Central, with memories. We sat about there. The seat was ripped. The gents was lacking a door. The jukebox was over there, far end. You always said you meant to play Magic Bus but you put on I Want To Know What Love Is. I already knew.

None of that’s here now. The memories are but none of the rest, or you. I’m not sad. I’m just sad.

And then Dakota; plays. You and I. And I think how many songs have you missed. I’m still not sad, honest.

A Round Number

Today I am forty. It reads as a significant number but only because it’s got a zero in the base we are used to thinking in. I may as well be if we counted in hexadecimal, or in octal or even binary (though those last two are also round—how about Continue reading …