Forgotten Ground Regained

Farewell

Catch-pair at bus stop ‧ kiss with abandon,two youths parting ‧ though yearning for longerin bold-clutch to abide. Now bites clock-hand:bus must go faring, bearing to hamlet,to countryside halls, county’s shoppers,shunted by weekend. Now short grows queue,woeful the love-pair. Winters not manyspot-sporting bucks (now spinning close)together can muster. For them gapes week-span,seven-days solo. They see not the griefsof the brim-years ahead: break-ups stormy,lust-links competing, loneliness tangled,sorrow not little. Sink not to laughter,for life is lent ‧ leaf-short and waning:queue questions us— all quail answering—in blinking years ‧ did we bliss grapple,taking our timings ‧ like these teens wit-wise?