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Somebody’s
Lover
Some think this is my last stop
Before the urn and the niche
In the garden wall behind the
Crematorium,
This place they call New Horizons
With bad food, medicated neighbours,
Sign in, sign out, where are you going,
Why and what will you be doing,
She smiled, I couldn’t sleep last
Night after looking at my old
Photos of my three years with
My lover in India, Tibet,
The Himalayas,
We spent time in Darjeeling
You know, the place
They grow the wonderful tea,
I called him in the early hours,
He spoke of going again, he’s
Only eighty-four and wants to
Do it over, I asked him if I was
In the plans but he didn’t answer,
I suppose he has another, c’est la vie
She murmured looking off somewhere,
I brewed some Darjeeling Green from
The Makaibari Estate and with You Tube,
Surround Sound, the big screen, I visited
India, Tibet, The Himalayas,
With somebody’s
One time lover.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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