This could be the last time







How poignant it all looks


The morning trembles

The clouds erupt

All gold and pinkish hues

Their swelling pride


Against a deep sky

Glass towers sparkle in the distance

Wires hum overhead

Even the street art seems somehow more



The train rattles over the river

As I count off all the sights

I won’t be seeing again

The number is ‘all’

I’d be a lot sadder about that

If I wasn’t so damned happy

At the thought of holding her

Without the tyranny of time

Leeching the moment.



Words and image are my own.




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