Flowers

On new neighbourhood rites.

On grief

The end of a world as we know it.

I am still so much even as I am less and less.

It’s not easy coming home.

Speaking about sunshine and the ocean and not speaking about either.

On familiar February's and the different shades of not knowing what happens next.

Starting to believe that there is more than one way to, and for, everything.

Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.

A testament to, and for, living far away from everything that feels like smooth-sailing.

On the colour green, and not telling the truth.