Wonderful in Young Life

evening all.

A place I used to visit, that I called my home city, I wandered through it until
my feet and my soul were embedded in it's foundations and fabric.

I was part of it, and it was part of the rhythm of my life, until I forgot it, and lost my way.

I got older and greyer, it got older and got a facelift following a trauma that shook both our souls,

and then, like ex lovers who meet over separate tables in anonymous cafes, after the flicker of recognition, we smile sadly and go our separate ways,

wonderful in young life.

night all.



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