I'm afraid I can't see you.
Behind the bend where I left
you stand, unaccounted for
by passer-bys and drivers
who overlook and ignore you.
After months of talk and months of joy,
I lose sight of you
behind that small bend by Twining Avenue.
Time flies away and work rears ugly heads to reveal
that we never cared at all.
So goodbye is said
in an obscure place
at the back of my mind,
and I shatter into pieces like broken glass
littered uncaringly
on a cold Autumn's night.
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