What have you known of loss/ That makes you different from other men?”
— Gilgamesh (via kaash)
The Day Flies Off Without Me
by John Stammers
The planes bound for all points everywhere
etch lines on my office window. From the top floor
London recedes in all directions, and beyond:
the world with its teeming hearts.
I am still, you move, I am a point of reference on a map;
I am at zero meridian as you consume the longitudes.
The pact we made to read our farewells exactly
at two in the afternoon with you in the air
holds me like a heavy winter coat.
Your unopened letter is in my pocket, beating.
(Source: wonderingminstrels.blogspot.in)
