Watercolours and Gouache On Paper
46cm x 48cm
This worlds so sweet,
you’re afraid to sleep,
for fear of dying.
On Wednesday we woke to saxophone.
We waved to each other from opposite balconies
and with your guitar, added you jam to his.
When we met on level ground,
he told us Salvador Sobral,
once had lived in our home.
He had dated a woman, a friend.
But Sobral had left,
as his heart was too big.