I watch you order your food
Your head slightly bent, expectant
Your soft black hair falling out from behind your ear
Your eyes focused on the awaited sustenance
I have never loved you so much in all my life
It hurts like hell
It settles in my neck like cold porridge
And scratches my eyes with salt
I love you so much that I wonder
If the God that you pray to could understand
What it is to have a love so hard and imperfect
So mixed with hate and hope
That it makes me want to drop to my knees in the food court
And sob it into something
You could touch
Gwyn Gorski is an amateur poet, inspired to write by the people and the salty, verdant scenery of her home on the North East Coast.