Wednesday 30 April 2014

Part XXXII











We met one time after that
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. 

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