Which do I most favour:
A bus ticket
To travel the distance;
A time machine:
Transportation to closeness?

Ten kilometres -- and a bit.
Once my reaching distance,
Now moving further away.
In my confused misery, I question:
Why? How? What could I have done?

What would make things better,
O, if only I could stitch the rip,
The scissors of our minds had cut?
Though if these questions can’t be answered,
I shall move on; move away

Even though I'll wish I could have stayed.

I miss Sam.

Sammy...
My best mate.
We'd hang out all day,
And talk on the phone 'til late.
Sammy really was that great.

But before my eyes,
It seemed as though he was vanishing.
I wish I could pull him back.
Why didn't I grab him?

Why didn't I tell him
He was more than an A-grade student?#
He was an A* lad.
Aglow with glee,

And so, so chirpy.
But the bluebirds and parrots won't visit him.
Instead, blackbirds and pigeons flock,
Grazing at his grave.

I can't visit his room anymore.
But I imagine vividly
His workload piling up,
As he tumbled further down.

Why did I let this happen,
And of all people,
To Sam?

Those old friends and faces
Eyes, tears, and places
Figures I have never forgotten
Forever laughing in forgotten spaces

Those friends and enemies
Are etched in my memory
They're who I am
They're part of my history

I wish I could forget those faces.

But those ex-familiars leave a mark
In my mind like a scar
How dare I try and forget them?
How dare I try to forget my heart?

Time shifts.

Yet I stay still,
As I ever seek to fly.

I hope not for a thunderstorm.

Warmth.
Such a feeling felt
When greeted --
Reacquainted --
With the familiar
Human spirit
I so long missed.

A pool of water surrounds me.

How did I get so cold?

As Britain slumbers,
Other nations rise,
Just to fall again.

I guess it's an ordinary night.