Back – More Or Less A Placeholder

4 Dec

Inspired by a misreading of line one of stanza seven of Undue Anxiety.

When the mountains are all tucked away
Safe in some annal of my memory,
Locked in time’s grasp,
So secure that even I cannot reach them-

That is when I’ll drown in unfamiliarity.

When the trees with their autumn leaves have left me
When my eyes don’t notice the colour green I’ve always loved
When I start to pass life by-

That is when I’ll realise I made a mistake.

If I ever forget entirely,
When the windows are too fogged over…
I’ll clean a patch of glass to find
It was a mirror all along- and

That is when I’ll be too far gone.

This is why my internet turns off at eleven.


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