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A place I used to marvel at, as if the darkness was a game
Running past the gates with intoxicated smiles
Fingertips on iron, tracing secrets with our youth
And the cool thrum of safety
Because we knew
We were there

(…and not beyond the rusting chimes
With the nettles and the rues
Today I walk the rain slick cobbles,
trying not to see the muted slabs of sadness
in amongst the sleeping blooms)

There are strangers at your place…
An unfamiliarity, and a conflict in itself
I wonder what to say, and imagine what you’d see
Awkward,
this eye to eye, a dance of a different kind
But then we smile to one another
…because we knew
We were there.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Danielle McLauchlan
    Mar 28, 2016 @ 22:08:46

    Gorgeous.
    Today I walk the rain slick cobbles,
    trying not to see the muted slabs of sadness…..*sigh*

    Reply

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