London Poem: Day 276

20 May

My how the days roll endlessly,
Skipping hours like steps in
A hasty gallop.
I’ve forgotten the life before,
But what remains is desire –
The urge to know the taste, and
Sing how we used to.
I don’t want to go back,
To feel the same uncertainty,
The thinness. I am here, but
To have a bridge between the
Two worlds would be ideal.

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