Wednesday, 30 April 2014


We met one time after that
Under damp light
Next to that faded red brick tunnel
Which eventually led
Back to Chester Road
Just off the quays,
A few days after

Graced with meloacholy
Sucking in my breath

Swallowing In my nerves
Steeped in a measure of constructed sweat

‘I don’t understand what happened?’
I asked in surprise at your smiling face
‘I could have saved you’
 Looking at the palm of my hand.

But you had gone when I looked up. 

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