Confined, I find myself getting lost in my mind, because I’ve got questions, I’ve always got questions, but the answers are out of reach, out of the picture, and the lens of your camera flashes, like lightning, so I stay still, stuck in a storm, sticking with the idea that waiting is all I can…

I am going to meet you by the river, as the sun sets, and the moon settles into the night’s sky. My nails will be black, chipped and coloured outside the lines, and I’ll wear that black and red dress that you like, so you’ll know that I dressed up, just for you. I will…