Sinclaire Tin
sorry.i thought i saw you looking at me.
but that burning
was your eyes going right through me.
across the room
to someone else.
and all this time
i thought that it was my heart.
and maybe
i thought i heard you speaking to me.
but your soft voice
was my joints creaking.
and could it be
that this hole where my heart should be
has opened up to you?
but you can't put your hand through.
and all this time
i thought that it was my heart.
(written by ian murray)
