Solstice

Unwritten and unboring
Thumped on the thumb drum
Silent and unassuming
She's always been the one

Skinned knees over
Broken plastic
Laughter over static
sounds of Silence
Memories over that market
And the public toilets

Hurting to be read
Hurting more to be known
Unwritten
I can tell she edits
After it's published
I can't tell you the words but
My mind tinkers when
It's seen a new; and anyway
It's different and
Before it's noticed
So she thinks
As I do

Swapped paintings
And new beginnings
It was so very
hard to part
Without a picture
So I took one
Anyway