Babylon.

I thought I felt your breath against mine

The whoosh of late night taxi drivers, caffeinated

Automatic doors snap at your heels.

Exile is a lonely place, thoughts are smashed into -pink floyd’s prism, and you said, you thought it was a prison.

Utopia, the sky is always blue, a feeling of –

glorious chiaroscuro, I was blurry and I was opaque.

– I wanted to send you- dearest- I’m sure- soaking- meantime.

Your cheshire cat smile, and the hill of summer gaze-

Let there be no need to remember

no need to forget.