London Poem: Day 268

12 May

Call me,
Half way gone,
And ask
The questions that
Make you think:
Where am I going?
But, the clarity,
Cold and sterile,
Comes too late for it
To make any difference.
All the words that could
Square the situation
Filter in after the
Moment passes.
There is never enough time
To say, what it is you
Want to say.

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