Coffee on the circle line.I do not drink, I just let it warm my hands and remind me of you.You have been gone for fourteen hours and twenty seven minutes,you had a coffee in your hand as you kissed me,keys in the other,vanishing into the night,making Monday seem so far away, with every step you…

There’s an awful lot of lying that goes on at sea, but not on board our boat. We have been lost to the fleeting foam and wailing waves for weeks, starving for sensation as the ice keeps us captive. I trace the frost across your face as the sun smiles in taunting terror. This was…