The Embrace


‘The Meeting Place’, Paul Day

St Pancras Station, London


In the shadow of an eternal embrace

you pulled me close, until my heart

thumped into your skin.



Now I only watch love arrive,

bicker over who is most late




leave for home holding hands.





The man pushes dust into neat piles

I shift a dull ache from one foot,

step over what the day cast aside.



A camera flash ignites her skin.

Time waits, I linger; reach up

to touch their cold limbs.











Poetry

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