A city so bright and vibrant,
a city brimming with people
who were never meant to stay.
People who aren’t really people,
echoes of nihilistic individualism,
empty faces with blank expressions
a long gone memory of connection,
of what mankind used to be,
today the sea is a glittering portal
for all we hoped for us to be
(Of our negative space, where the thousands
of palettes of our life together are upside-down).
Hopes and dreams hazy and bleak,
a requiem and a breeze from Eire,
I see you turn your head as you take the train,
I see you jump into the shadowy streets as you leave,
clueless — neither of us knew that it was the very last time.
Memories of a sunny day in London,
one orange and ocre afternoon at the V&A
beer and pie and laughter and banter scented,
a kiss and a bike being held at the metro station at night,
your poor shadow bending in a poorly lit after,
looking to kill a few more neurones
— Only a few left until breakdown and schizo,
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