Another one gone, the circle broken.
I’m waiting for a message never sent.
No reply to join the party, silence
On whatsapp, facebook, instagram, twitter
A constant ringing phone
And then a constant buzzing
Engaged, engaged, engaged
A busy, busy, busy sound.
No Posts. No sound. No posts. No sound.
You could’ve told me!
I guess it wasn’t planned.
Gone! Vanished forever
No more talking, walking, touching
Hugging, singing, clutching.
Just a memory left behind
A story to be told.
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How can I live forever?
Before I lose my mind, my eyes and ears,
And vanish from the circle.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,
Tomorrow; I’ll tell my story.
Once again
The bacchanalian festival beckoned.
Edinburgh performers sharing in the circle.
I worked night & day
Watching the hours trip over each other.
This is my book of memories
The right words to tell my story
This time I’ll go!
Like 50, 25, 10 years ago. Last year.
Now. Now. Now! Now! Now! I’m on my way.
Before another voice says
“Here’s the memory.”
©Christopher 2020 [email protected]