Caught in the Rush

Well here I am back
Where  it all began:
A kiss on the neck
An  engagement ring
White and green
But the signs are
The colours gone
And no-one  comes here
It is a tarnished place
Spiked and
See the paint flakes from
The walls.

Strange how
Nothing stays
The same
And nothing
Lasts in these
Tall days
Riding high and
Fast before us -
We  are all caught
Up  in the rush
To  ditch the past.
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