Return

Remembering the time and place he met
A train from nowhere cut through cold and dark
The tunnel suddenly had light at end
And trapped in beam like arrow piercing hart
No wish to meet his friends the express leave
And left him for a while believing found
But then to come and prick his red balloon
And there he was quite firmly on the ground
The love he granted taken and misused
Reserved for affirmation and provide
A small return allow a glimpse at hope
Afar he wasn’t asked to step inside
The arms length much confused by hand to hold
Aside to love returned to dark and cold

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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