Monz

Monz.

 

I think we’ll never meet again.

I glanced back when we parted

And I saw you were watching me.

The sun filtered through the sky-light

Unattractive yellowed high-light,

And I made my way to the car

Cold on a summer’s day.

No, there is no more to say.

 

I think we’ll never speak again,

We have said the last good-bye.

You have your life and I have mine

And no way am I going to cry

Over what may have been (or not)

Nor try to work out why

We never got together again,

We never met one last time

To write that one last line …

 

I think we’ll never meet again.

 

Catherine Broughton