Vacancies - Rose Kemp

I catch your wandering vacancy / Appreciating of its pace

Its brilliance, infrequently

Do I break the back of uncretainty

Watching your tentative majesty / I match your child-like blatancy

An utter disregard for the overview

Makes the detail shine and seem new

You think you’re nothing but

I thought you were everything

But there was nothing more unlikely to sink in

Maybe neither of us were right

Maybe we were meant

Only meant to be friends