A poem about being forgotten by a lover — We smile
across the train coach
harmless shimmering
agitated deja vu ruminations.
Your eyes searching
in the bed of memory
flowing Thames across
Your face,
flowering cathartic light
like an innocent heart, searching
the woods for home. But I knew,
memory keen, hauntingly so,
Midnight flurries
Masquerading as
Insomniac revelations that
we had been lovers…