Ekphrasis

The Waiting

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Two people and the promise of a train

there’s still one more hour to wait

that’s one more injury to bind

When every time I start to speak

just then you face away

And so the darkness deepens

one more hour

 

Two people and a journey in the night

there’s still one more mile

to pass through one more town

Just then, night’s hand brushes my cheek

A touch as cold as your indifference

And all the while

rains endless drifting down.

 

Poem by Dom Varney
Copyright © 2014 Dom Varney
No unauthorised commercial usage

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