i don’t offer much
in this little cornershop of mine
coffee stains on empty paper
unkempt clothes, vinyl and leather
half concealed dusty old insecurities
by the shelf of unfinished poetry.
not much to pique your interest here
though one thing i have kept for you
behind the caged bird, in sunbeam through stained glass
in this brown shoebox will always be
all my heart and nothing more,
for when you visit my little cornershop, looking for me
27/02/2020