Inside

Is it possible to live
without a heart?
Or walk inside a head
with thoughts instead
of dread?

I was walking in my head
the lighting wasn’t set,
the mood left me at the lamp post,
its metallic flavour permeated my tongue
when I wrapped my cold arms around it
while your taste brought me tears.
I had hoped reinventing the sunshine would bring me
memories like ham rolls, hot mustard
spilled onto time where I’d ponder my choices;
meetings in the square,
casual and attentive, awash with shadows
when they came to serve the daylight,
and with more than enough warmth to dry my tears.
I still walk for hours, never venturing out.
Bring me sunshine, bring me laughter,
bring me love.