London Poem: Day 120

15 December

Home and two sleeps to go.
Health and the horizon
Fall between, so I wait
To see where it will go.
I’m fragile and un-whole,
But so as it is in time travel,
Calling on memories and stories
To carry me through the time between.
Everything is caught in something,
In an unending sense of purgatory
But, as it is with anticipation:
Too sick to wait, and too sad
Once it slips away.
I can’t wait anymore,
So please allow for the days
To move swiftly, and me to
Still be what you recall,
Here on the other side.

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