07-27-2020, 09:17 PM
Hackney Marshes
One day, you were gone.
At first, it was like other days - the afternoon hung heavy with rain. The dog grew impatient at five o'clock. At eight, Dr House cracked another case. At some point the trucks grew louder on the freeway, and I felt uneasy, like before an early morning flight, unable to sleep. Listening for the sound of a key in the latch. The stomp of muddy shoes. And I lay all night waiting for the key to turn. Dropping away in fits.
I saw you sometimes in dreams, in the Hackney marshes, beneath leafy boughs.
There, you were golden.
One day, you were gone.
At first, it was like other days - the afternoon hung heavy with rain. The dog grew impatient at five o'clock. At eight, Dr House cracked another case. At some point the trucks grew louder on the freeway, and I felt uneasy, like before an early morning flight, unable to sleep. Listening for the sound of a key in the latch. The stomp of muddy shoes. And I lay all night waiting for the key to turn. Dropping away in fits.
I saw you sometimes in dreams, in the Hackney marshes, beneath leafy boughs.
There, you were golden.