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This time last year
This time last year
I was heading to Porto
A cheap flight, ’twas two-hours long,
but truly felt like an overnight haul.
This time last year
felt like a bad joke from a long-lost friend
felt like a Wagnerian opera
but sans music from start to end.
Had I known we’d be on lockdown
That time next year
Would I have saved my sorrows,
Made my grievances disappear?
Had I known we’d speak again
Through a screen, a soulless place
I would have waited, relentless
’til I got to see your face.
-S.
April 2020.
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