Wednesday, January 25, 2012


It’s a mild change of scenery.
Not quite what you seemed.
He stands there before the empty little flat with his chipped door keys in hand.
There’s no Bay.
Not a single soul stands out.
You can’t see the fog, or the skyscrapers, the cargo ships sweeping the gusty harbors.
There’s nothing no more, but Her and here.
Here was all She ever wanted.

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