Monday 22 April 2019

Moving On

The same songs are playing again
The same colour in our glasses
Our cheeks
Our lips
And yet, the air has changed
Skin rubs skin still
Memory stirs in fond remembrance
But she says,
We're not 20 anymore
Life has moved on
Love has passed us by
And I submit to her
And her indifference
Like her every other command

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