Just Another Moment - Poem by Ernestine Northover
There he is, crossing the road,
very slowly, walking away from me.
I recognise his back, the way he walks,
his smart clothes, his elegant stride.
Once we were face to face,
united together in an embrace,
which was so powerful, filled with such desire.
Now we are no longer face to face.
All that remains is a back view,
a totally blank view.
Memories come flooding back,
I feel a pain so intense, causing an emptiness within me,
that will never go away.
And as I look towards him,
he is suddenly engulfed by a crowd of shoppers.
A faceless body, disappearing in among other faceless bodies,
and I can see him no more.
Thus, this moment becomes 'just another moment', woven into my heart,
and, into the 'photo album' of my life.
© Ernestine Northover
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