Long Distance

Parting’s not the best.
But meeting glows in you for days.
It colours your dreams.
It sleeps in your belly, and stretches,
a contented cat.
It hums with you on the train.
Every time.

6 thoughts on “Long Distance

  1. oh! was it you!!!!???? really? oh my goodness, imagine. Opposite the barracks…I had been to College of fine arts. it was just after lunch….I looked up at the girl next to me as I walked out of somewhere, and thought, gosh, that just looked like…

  2. oh. this starts to make more sense. it wasn’t me. it was my spooky double who was in paddington, sydney (which i did not realise existed till now) at exactly the same time i was in paddington, london. strange indeed…

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