Diary 15th October
And the time never stops I am forced to realise,
People you meet, know for a few months, then after,
Nothing less than a small smile or nod later.
Time is always running,
And always thinking in the back of my mind,
It's apparent the candle is almost out.
My stomach hurts, gutted, hole, empty,
Eyes strain as you wave goodbye,
An unprecedented suggestion for one last picture,
Sours the nose, tightens the smile,
And you realise again,
"Farewell and we'll meet again"
How they are, how they feel, who they are,
From now till the end of the stretch,
How can I say goodbye,
if I can't see you again?
But still I wish you luck,
and in the soft blankets of my memory,
the bitterness, sweetness, acid,
All brews into lingering liquor,
capped gently
I'll drink,
as I follow
the end of the
river.
