The release of dim lights, dim reality  in February has left me exhausted and close-lipped. 
Please enjoy the seventh poem from the chapbook, my very favourite of all of them:
(It has been a long time away; there is much to be learned, still)

FAULTY

it would take a lot 
for me to let go of what 
little time we had together. 

little ivy boy fashionably 
late sits out on 
concrete pavements crossing
his fingers together and 
talking about what mattered 
once, 
like i'm meant to remember 
the past, somehow. 
before, we lived in another 
world, another timeline not 
cut out for our time and 
we relied on honesty; 
took our tongues to the 
grave, to the tough 
spot for broken quarters. 

faulty street light dimmed, 
always dimmed and 
hummed and 
glowed 
on the night my 
mother was late against 
every single 
odd 
in the whole 
system. i let the 
dark night engulf all of 
that evening 
aside from me and 
the street lamps 
so dim 
and the boy, 
that boy, 
so sad. 

- Charlotte Griffiths 
@C.G.POETRY
ORIGINALLY PRINTED IN FEB 2019 IN DIM LIGHTS, DIM REALITY BY CHARLOTTE GRIFFITHS. 

Published by Charlotte Griffiths