Time
flew away
as
he said
that
it would
as
he knew
that
it would
as
he watched her figure fade at the end of the line.
But
time was no more than yet another illusion
a
last dance
never
danced
a
wave goodbye
coming
from the eyes
a
final night
standing
still at its passing
between
stars and hands never approached.
So
we talked about things and
stuff
and
time passed
in
silence.
September
2019,
Samothraki.
Photograph:
reflections of sunset; 10 August 2019, Samothraki.
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