Brighton
that last time
late August
1980
treading
the familiar streets
looking
for the lost love
you drained
looking
for the way out
she
holding on
to what was left
walking along
by the beach
remembering old times
especially
the first time
in evening’s glow
of moon’s light
and heart’s hold
knowing all that
is bereft
even the old restaurants
have gone
or closed
their doors
you sensing
the emptiness
the slipping away
of the love
she clutching
at straws
of familiar places
and old time
memories
even places
where once
you’d stood
embracing
and kissing
now hollow
with that
secret love
missing
street after street
passing hotels
you’d made love in
and slept
the night
and laid in bed
now shallow palaces
with empty rooms
instead
she thinking
something could
be saved
you knowing
all is dead.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 3:12 AM UTC
Brighton
that last time
late August
1980
treading
the familiar streets
looking
for the lost love
you drained
looking
for the way out
she
holding on
to what was left
walking along
by the beach
remembering old times
especially
the first time
in evening’s glow
of moon’s light
and heart’s hold
knowing all that
is bereft
even the old restaurants
have gone
or closed
their doors
you sensing
the emptiness
the slipping away
of the love
she clutching
at straws
of familiar places
and old time
memories
even places
where once
you’d stood
embracing
and kissing
now hollow
with that
secret love
missing
street after street
passing hotels
you’d made love in
and slept
the night
and laid in bed
now shallow palaces
with empty rooms
instead
she thinking
something could
be saved
you knowing
all is dead.
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