The Solo Drinker

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Love & Heartbreak

I Wish You Love.

From time to time, I lurk around your social media pages for updates on what you’re up to. While I might have been removed from your personal pages, your artist page is still accessible to the public eye.

Continue reading “I Wish You Love.”



If you had the chance to do so – would you change the past?


What was your childhood like?

The relationship you have with your Mom is far from amicable, and cordial at best.

Continue reading “Rewind.”

Half of My Heart.


Are you keeping well?


Have you settled in nicely at your new place, had your friends warm the seats of your teak furniture – that dining set, and the sofa with armrests wide enough to hold a beer – the ones we bought together?

Continue reading “Half of My Heart.”


He asks if he can come over.

To visit your cat,” he justifies
“ok,” she says, “but only after 9pm – tennis class before.”
“I’ll pick you up after class,” he offers
“No, it’s fine,”
I want the time alone. 

How come you never offered to drive me around, years ago?

Continue reading “Irony.”


People say my knack for remembering details is a gift.

In certain situations, yes.

And admittedly, it can be rather entertaining:-

Continue reading “(In)consequential.”


Mornings are the most difficult.

What used to be the sweetest of greetings
To start the day
Are now a perpetual reminder of how
You said goodbye
Before the break of dawn

Continue reading “Superlative.”

I Wish.

I wish you never made me all these promises.

To see the Northern Lights
To travel to Japan – where we both loved
To buy me a customised engagement ring – “white gold, with an emerald; I don’t believe in diamonds”

Continue reading “I Wish.”


The first
The one I thought
I’d never get

Insults clad in jokes
I swallowed
Reckless disregard of feelings
I tolerated
Ridiculous behaviour
I defended

Continue reading “Over.”

The Busker.

He aims to be inconspicuous
Blending into the background
The white noise
Amidst the incessant buzz and chatter
Murmurs of the crowd

Continue reading “The Busker.”

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