and traveling to try to get over it
For those who have been Ghosted by a friend you love
Find then lose, find then lose again. This time for good
– I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all -. *
I am an unreliable narrator,
I tell you that freely.
My story, scant evidenced,
Recalled from my senses, offers brief
Memories, good and bad.
Scatter shot reminiscences in my head,
Lurking, flickering, hazy. Old hurts,
Shocks of the new.
A motley collection of
Antiques and curios.
Sentences, bleeding, raw,
Snippets of history, retain
Deep importance. For you,
Deleted, a spotless mind?
Intensive craving and
My faith in you diminished,
Now faded and near extinguished.
Us, no longer us.
Everything falls away,
Nothing gold can stay. **
- T S Eliot The Lovesong of J Alfred Prufrock *
- Robert Frost Nothing gold can stay. **
Bantry Bay, Cape Town 2013 high over Bantry Bay, bench-seated, out west, ocean setting sun, next viewing, after this performance, somewhere over South America way dipping life star, orange-red basketball, slow-dives into the hugest net, earth spins, the ball of fire shimmers, takes its sweet time to plunge into the rippling, cold, southern-waters final sliver… Read more
online, I sent a photo of me, at a desk, my bookshelves on show, crammed to the last inch of space, literature, history, specialist journals, that was just one corner, domains multi-booked, exist throughout the house, I could not live like that, you replied, too much clutter, too much stuff, suits me fine I thought,… Read more
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