On The Cut- after Robin Robertson

Unsure on a pavement in Waterloo

and the summer, in its last chapter, was darkened

and you ran through it

though uncertain and clutching a book

your heart caught in its pages

treading another country’s hours, years, the past

shaking off your present like your jacket

so I caught it in my arms

and longed to touch 

as you passed with a hair’s breadth.

But I saw a woman in the shadows

her heart full, full

of all the years of unwritten things

and of all the times of knowing

and the man going

where she knew she could not follow.

for the youngest of 8


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