Under damp light
Next to that faded red brick tunnel
Which eventually led
Back to Chester Road
Just off the quays,
A few days after
Graced with meloacholy
Sucking in my breath
Swallowing In my nerves
Steeped in a measure of constructed sweat
‘I don’t understand what happened?’
I asked in surprise at your smiling face
‘I could have saved you’
Looking at the palm of my hand.
But you had gone when I looked up.
But you had gone when I looked up.
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