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Memories of Oxford Things
My memory of Oxford things
is haunting me tonight
These restless, unlaid ghosts
are whispering
of loneliness within the city’s mists
and loveless days,
of pleasured times
placed by my studied selfishness
beyond my grasp,
of possibilities so often never realized
and opportunities misspent,
of how my final Autumn there
became abandonment,
a wound
that even after all the years since then
remains alive, unhealed
within my heart, my soul, my flesh.
is haunting me tonight
These restless, unlaid ghosts
are whispering
of loneliness within the city’s mists
and loveless days,
of pleasured times
placed by my studied selfishness
beyond my grasp,
of possibilities so often never realized
and opportunities misspent,
of how my final Autumn there
became abandonment,
a wound
that even after all the years since then
remains alive, unhealed
within my heart, my soul, my flesh.
Published 7th Jul 2022
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