Hannah Barham

If I told you I love you
What would you think?
Would you say you love me too?
Or that we're too young?
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When I look upon the graves
Of those who fell before
Neat, bland rectangles
Of yellow and weathered stone
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Oh to be
Enamoured with the idea
Of love
To risk the heart upon a fall
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And here I sit, alone again in the pouring rain.

I know this is the path I chose
I know that this is what you want.
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And death seems the only way out
When hope fades
And life is hard to bear;
The razor is the only friend,
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I barely know you
But I miss you
When I don't see you
When my phone doesn't vibrate with a text from you
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Cool Spring breezes caress
Sun-kissed cheeks
As song-birds sing
In early March sunshine.
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I went up St Catherine's Hill with my best friend just as darkness was falling. Watching the city lights come on dotted across the hillside opposite us, compared with the drama of the darkening sky and the velvety blackness of the fields around us struck me, and this is the result.

Eyes drift over nature's gentle twilight
Calm darkness drops into valley and hollow
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It's five to nine on a Saturday
night. I'm at work - an hour
to go! - and you're at your
dad's. I'm thinking of us - 
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The imprint of your spine
on my skin.
The scent of you lingers
on the sheets.
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'Have I said too much?
There is nothing more
I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do
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I haven’t fallen
No, baby, I’d never fall
For you.
I’m not selfish enough
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There is a certainty to death.
It waits on no formality
and it treats all men the same.
The only certainty in life
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If you knew
the overwhelming
confusion
disruption
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We sit
Two metres between us
You scouring the net
Me
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24 hours later
I still
catch your smell
as I walk.
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And when time has passed
You will open the door
Say, come, sit, eat and drink
Let's talk a little
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And spring begins
to show its face
earlier every year.
Single days
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My music
Once never off
Is never on
Each song a link
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Pen hovers
Brain whirrs
Nib to paper
Lifts again
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