Love Hopes
Standing in the street,
watching her house
as if it will walk to me.
My heart sits in my mouth,
waiting for this to happen,
in a matter of time.
I want to believe
she will walk above the pavements perfectly,
circle air like St Bernadette,
climb to my held breath,
then rain decides to fall
on my love hopes.
Tom Kelly is a Jarrow-born poet and playwright who lives further up the Tyne at Blaydon. These poems are taken from his next collection I Know Their Footsteps – Red Squirrel Press.
This is his website: http://www.tomkelly.org.uk/