Tuesday 13 June 2017

Never more


I have considered you as
I watch the creeping
mould overtake the
fading paint on
the walls.
As the dampness of an
unventilated room drowns
each molecule of
air.
And I wonder which certainty
chased conviction away.
But whatever took me down the
other road—
it becomes simply another irrelevant,
better left unknown.

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