Things there are no words for
The exact exasperation of a fly buzz-by
again.
Jump-scare daylight after a matinee.
The beat-beat calm before bad news bites.
And when you see your son as a reasonable human being…
and quite like him.
Someone put sugar in the tea and didn’t tell you,
or salt.
Wondering how soft the impossible lips would feel.
Or, hand in empty bag, the pang of, oh, the last toffee is already chewed
and swallowed.
That little startle in the mirror,
who is that woman with her jowls and her judgement?
Car park bliss time alone while your child does judo,
or tennis, or trombone.
The invisible ink of love legible just as it fades
forever.