To old lovers anywhere.
I am miles away.
Like an old dearly loved obscure song.
A different town.
A different time.
Do not look the same,
Only worse.
The high street would say.
I am miles away!
Not the same person you cared for,
Our little niche was then.
Tucked away in cupboards
Of photos and love poems discarded.
Matierals of long ago.
I drive in a car
Like a lost soul.
Looking for a kindred spirit.
Fearful of another lightless winter.
Waiting for a ship called destiny,
Not seen around here lately.
poem by Peter Vealey
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