Even the trees lean away from me
The silver birch won’t offer a single love letter
It has been so long since I was touched.
Does the bark feel my hand or am I invisible?
We preferred to walk here on an evening
When the temperature was cool
And the light a half-gloom –
A dark-room I thought to sepia-toned affection.
You liked to watch eddies in the river
While I loved your profile
Imagined cupping your face in river-soaked hands
So you would love us both.
Louise Worthington is an English tutor and writer in the West Midlands, UK. Her debut novel is called Distorted Days and her poetry has been published by Fresher Press and Muddy River Review. https://louiseworthington.co.uk