Sunday, 8 October 2017

Growing Up


What was now
what was you
what was me
has been turned into history
in this whitewalled room
such a short journey
such a sudden change
a last page turned
the book closed
no time for goodbye
you took the overnight train
heading for that new dawn
leaving us breathless
leaving us lost
everything now will be measured
as before you or after you
went

1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed reading your poem. Well done.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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