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Another pilgrimage to the fading…
I pierce the rain at eighty miles
an hour, where flow hushes thoughts.
Splashes hound my tyres, as I skim
past nervous drivers and their brake lights.
I collect him at the airport.
My journey pales to his in miles.
“In the end, our travels will all
end.” I wince at his platitudes.
Well, I think, he took the trouble
to fly in, overtaking death it seems.
She has weeks, maybe days left —
I dare not make any more predictions.
I find it distasteful and I’m
not sure exactly why. Perhaps
because he have been away for
fifteen years and suddenly now
is the time to come and visit.
“I couldn’t put it off any longer,”
he says and then expects me
to reassure him or agree.
I nod and floor it, swerving
from the fools in the rain.
Published 22nd Dec 2012
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22nd Dec 2012 11:25pm
22nd Dec 2012 11:31pm
22nd Dec 2012 11:30pm
Anger and pain I feel here Atakti. A heartfelt write and expressed so well, I understand your feelings here.
22nd Dec 2012 11:34pm
Ah, the twinge of pleasure in being understood, Magdalena. Thanks very much, hun.
Anonymous
22nd Dec 2012 11:37pm
Nice write with lots of feelings for sure, Ataki.
Strider!
Strider!
22nd Dec 2012 11:39pm
23rd Dec 2012 8:05am
Well done with this Atakti. It is the season to be... well, you know.
Hope that you enjoy your holidays.
Uley
Hope that you enjoy your holidays.
Uley
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28th Dec 2012 7:31pm
Foot hit the accelerator, thoughts gone, job done. Thanks for stopping by, truthseeker.
