there will be
letters and alphabets
in my post code
instead of a usual
106
and a dark passion
post 3 pm
no longer a norm
in this moment
all the wanderlust
fairy dust
globe trotting
an attempt to keep things
safe and warm
inside myself
is flashing itself
shot by shot
one reel
after another
another 80's film
everybody i know
is tucking their
favourite picture
from some forgotten
and very drunk party
and a phone call
doesn't seem enough
there won't be
unending hours
on swings
or digging into
layered mousse
that mousse
will be found again
by children
who will grow up
and leave too
and the ajc flyover
will once again
lay dusty and unused
