London Poem: Day 117

12 December

The long flight tomorrow –
Being swept away into dreary skies.
It may be the sky that is dreary,
But the place in which the sky separates.
Forced to return to a life
Far removed,
What will break, me or the world?
I can scarcely recall
Where I was when I left,
All that lives is what is now.
But, I’ll be returning
In the same way that I left:
Loving you and the life
I moved for.

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