only so many

a poem about the limits of trying and failing

the train
never goes slower
than when it signals
an ending.

the walk home
never feels lonelier
than when the empty space
next to you burns.

the autumn winds
are never colder
than with no embrace
to sink into.

not even the sunset
feels the same
when it lights up
just one, tired face.

these shoes can only
cover so much ground
without another pair
to rest next to.

these eyes can only
look hopefully into
so many more
and not see it reflected.

this body can only
feel so many more
hollow, awkward hugs
without any warmth.

this heart can only
throw itself in the balance
question its own beating
so many more times.

Author’s note: hi everyone, sorry I’ve been missing for a while. the reason is that I’ve been trying and failing to get my sentimental life back together, so here’s a poem about it. hope you enjoyed it :) new things on the horizon, I have two things almost done. love you all,

Tim x