London Poem: Day 110

5 December

The two of us caught
In childish games,
Laughing and drinking.
The night falls down
In scooping hands
And we pick it up,
Pouring another glassful.
We are the lives living
Between two ends –
One day blurred into
Other memories, to
Become of other worlds.
It is no matter, really;
They live, and we
Are laughing.

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