Saturday, 12 September 2015

Sancerre

I sipped your abandoned glass and thought carefully about the taste.
I looked down at my tired feet and considered a change.

The call came sooner than I expected.
What next?

Time is running short. Like the last hours on a flight before landing.
I'm anxious about the arrival.

In retrospect perhaps the departure should have been my concern.





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