Distance

Poetry: Real Time (Almost) Volume 5

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Surrounded
By thoughts risen
But then forgotten

Astounded
By my inability
To recall or recollect

The pounding doubts
Left aside somewhat
Lest we forget

Lest the debt becomes
A metaphor
For the final bet

A wager
To page her
Or call her mobile phone

That step
So surely feared of
So scoured to let

Set oneself up
For yet another
Fall