Roy Duffield

Years, and five minutes

You don’t have five minutes

for the people you’ve known for years

but you’ve spent years

thinking about the people you met for five minutes

when you were eighteen.

bleak fog, grey.

memories of summer

obscure the day.

   Paths crossed

I searched the earth over

until one day I finally tracked you down

I’ll wait on your doorstep

You searched the earth over

until one day you finally tracked me down

but I don’t seem to be home

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