One Way Ticket

 

There’s a feeling that stretches to you from me,

That now fills up cracks and crevices in the memory,

Of the words not spoken and

the distances not travelled

 

A feeling that you’re well, wherever you are

And not in a way you show, but well to your bones

And that you haven’t lost that sheen in your eyes

That you’ve achieved what you’d set out for, and if not, it’s only made you a tad wise

 

That sometimes you sit under the red autumn tree

And  stare at your phone unblinkingly

And reminisce of times when it’d flash my name

And in that instant, with all your might, fight that urge to reach out to me.

 

That could we have taken that one way ticket

To a place where the world wasn’t a monochrome

To our Neverland, never to return …

To a place we could call home

 

There’s a feeling that stretches to you from me

In the crevices of memory that continue to live on

With a multitude of thoughts to battle …

So what if the words are not spoken and

the distances are not travelled?

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