Uninspired by words
yet taken back by memory's gentle hand
reaching out.
A soft tuft of air waves past
lifting the heaviness of leaves
into a short-lived breeze.
Memories of people across the ocean
plane or train rides away
materialise beside you. You can’t
look at them but you can remember:
hands eyes voice presence
- silence.
Wishing you could bring
their universe
to yours,
you hang like a droplet from a streetlamp
- waiting.
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