Gone With Tomorrow Poem by Annette Lohan

Gone With Tomorrow



London landing
There I’m standing
On a platform;
Pleasant plateau.
About to step on,
Open the door
Move toward,
Embrace.
Kiss your face
Hold.
Eight long years of
Solitude shatter;
Raining shards scatter.
We walk down the road and
Turn left straight into
Yesterday.

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