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Off sick today...
with a bad back from work – got sent home sick yesterday with big back pains which started on the Saturday after walking down to meet a mate.
Have tried doing some writing today but nothing really has took focus aside from this scribble, which may end up getting rewrote someday although I wouldn’t put any money on it…. (Unless I re-work it into a DIH track for the future):
‘Did you not imagine
That I would still be sat here
Left to bare witness to what
Was the spectacle of our friendship?
Our existence will disappear
Into the fruits of the past
And the sands of time.
Our existence will disappear
Into forgotten memories
Like a morning after a nightmare.
In time, nobody will remember
Who we were
And why we were in love.
Nobody will remember
Walking through these paths of never year
While holding hands looking at
Trees blocking dark summer nights.
And like memories
Of a excellent football match
Or a bad meal
Which leaves a soul taste
Afterwards
The memory will fade away
And I will be left
Here to bare witness
Alone
Alone in thought.
(UNFINISHED?)
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