A poem about the future, written in the past, and relevant again in the present

The pubs are long closed The coffee’s been drunk And our friends have all gone home. In the quiet of my room After an evening’s false jollity I take off the Brave Face with cleansing cream And am once again alone. Maybe if I ignore it Ostrich-fashion The future Will simply Go away. Written when … Continue reading A poem about the future, written in the past, and relevant again in the present

Long distance

In the unlimited freedom which we call imagination, My mind and heart soar high, cast off reality And wing their way to a place of which I can only fantasise To be with you, seeking to rejoin The part of me you took with you When you went away.