London Poem: Day 194

27 February

There is nothing outside the
Immediate to pull me away.
I dream in continuations,
Plucked from where they left off,
To catch up to the you and I
Wrapped in bliss and warm blankets.
Saturdays come and go,
But the feeling wrapped up in this one
Will live on in my mind for a lifetime –
Never has the removal of progress led love
To such lovely heights.

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