Monday 15 May 2017

Debris


were you caught
in the firestorm of a million
conversations
or lost
in a dying admission

because just one thing I can show
and that is I am here                          
without you                         
alone
               
perhaps                 

just as it should be

but in our graveyard of
convictions
one last night
of fading ambition

your promise on the end of my 
fingertips
and it falls
it falls



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