These are just words, and you are just a picture in my head

Friday poetry!!! And I'm adding illustrations for those who like to look at picture books rather than read. I know words can be hard.

Now I'm going to find myself a cute outfit and enjoy the summer sunshine with an Ice Cappucino and a hat.



The End, or something like it.

Look honey,
I've never said that we'd last
A long time ago the swing still worked,
the bikes not yet so rusty

I've lost my sunglasses and
too tired from looking directly into you
Let us part like the rust on my pedals
when I cycle away from here.