Come over K

­Come over K

And I will give your jumper back,

and an internet hack

as I suspect

what's going on

with your distant lover.

And I didn't recover.

Since the Notting Hill beats,

it was defeat.

I cried and wept 

with an adrenaline rush

so please hush,

and relieve me from my hurt

with your girth

and rum 

and coke!

I will wear the dress

you've never seen

(cause we don't go out)

and yes, that's your shout!

And yes, I will keep complaining 

until I am your queen

and until you come back 

from the land where I lost you 

perhaps to the shores of Spotify,

or drowned in the waves of some long Farsi calligraphy?

I might not be from the Middle East 

But I am a rare beast. I am from no man's land

(and ok, perhaps from the post-Brexit world...)

I just want a way back 

to your heart my love.

And I will keep riding my bicycle

into the endless summer 

until I have caught up with your thoughts

and until I don't feel so fraught.

My photo.