For Theo

I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,

In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.

Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,

and you on the couch instead.

I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.

But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.