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 ©

.

Index      Previous Page      Next Page