not that i think poetry is ‘mundane babble’ but theres no other place suitable


ps. im writing this now (as i write) and im going to leave it just as it is, make no changes -

here goes then…

I have left her far away, left
her on that great continent;
And I know - felt her loss for
ten months.

She is still alive, but I can’t
fathom it - that she is at this
very moment taking in
tropical air, eating, learning.
Yes and how my mind fails
to remember even flickering
image of her face. I remember
only those silent grey pavement
avenues; trees sprouting from concrete,
leaves curling around the corners
of my vision, white sky.

I remember walking with her,
and then
walking alone.

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