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