London Poem: Day 168

1 February

We find ourselves swirling,
Pressed against time to
Find it all before
Time runs out.
But, what’s left to find
When beside me lives
What the rest are still
Searching for?
In silence, in grief,
In all emotions we are
Privy to, I close my
Eyes to the rifts
In between and find,
After all is said and done,
I have beaten time,
Left it suspended and
Wandering on to another.
Love lives as it should:
Without pretense buried
In the sound of a life
Without you.

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