Unready, we kissed goodbye at a station
for a time after, I just stood there. Until rain arrived
you departed. We were given extra through delay.
Coffee mornings, pages turned. Watched the sparrows
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feed their young in a nest, named them
until tomorrow came. We remembered yesterdays.
Stained bedsheets, weeks of planned activity, given up.
Our fragility felt like water, held in cupped hands.
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The future would be spent on two continents
full of opposition. Unaware of how to unglove, love
We said little about it. Before the panic of a lost passport
a one-day return, there were letters
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full of things neither could say. On a bus to a station
young man with no plan, sat down next to us
asked me what my problem was. You knew,
despite misgivings about the future
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of absent fathers. The taste of you
lingered on long before, time ran out.
Alone again, words soaked by rain
I consider if I’ll ever see you, before we grow apart.
The art you used looks a lot like Van Gogh. Just thought that I'd mention.