Lost
Hours pass
into days
then years
disappear
beached on the
whale of time.
I see you
as you used
to be:
laughing in
the midnight
streets:
a hand upon
a shoulder
you
turn to me.
We fade
to days
then years
pass
on the beach
of who we
used to be.
Now ‘two’
are only
‘one’
& one
has
disappeared.
Hours swim
into days
& the
years
breathe
‘difficle’.
Somewhere
in my dreams
a midnight
street
we are as
we used to be:
laughing.