By
John Mingay
under any time
after I heard
your name again
spelled out
letter by letter
audibly shimmering in the air
like the message
which rang
from the end
of every such silenced frailness
you and I long knew before
when I heard it
then was the moment
for the idea of reality to become a ghost
one I could trouble
though never escape
and all the while
not knowing what it was
you really wanted
days endlessly balking
getting nowhere
on a simple refusal
to take the same way
at that fork in the road
parting
without even as much
as a backward glance
so
that
will
be
that
then
over
and
done
done
and
dusted
that
will
be
that
for
now
forever
done
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