Short and retrospective of the daily grind…..part 42…


The next stop on the Jubilee line is…Embankment

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I could never remember the face of my first true love

Time has cast doubt over my spatial recollection

But one fact could never escape me

I could pinpoint her essence

Throughout all time and space

As effortlessly as the air I breathe.

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2 weeks ago,

While commuting to work on the busy underground

A figure brushed mine

Reactively, I left out my hand to take theirs

And as our fingers slipped through one another’s

They finally grasped at each other.

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We just stood there

Facing away from each other,

Arms stretched out behind us

Unified in body, forged together at the soul

Arrested, silent in a tide of corporate lies

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Tears trembled down one cheek

I thought I was dead to her.

I watched her die from my wounds  in my heart.

But now the waves of fate

Had washed us up

On the same embankment.

And we held on for dear life.

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But sooner or later, I would have to exhale

And realise I am not holding on to anything at all…

I had to let go

And let the Jubilee’s flow carry me away

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