Lost in the dark

We drift on, apart
glassy water, splitting feeling
airplane trails sends the senses reeling;
snatched happiness melts to broken heart.

The punts on the Cam
as we hugged to each other
our cuddles removing the need for more cover
has left me sad for the way I am.

Pancakes and bacon (with syrup of course)
giggly evenings and boats on canals
the coffees and curries with a couple of pals;
a week of glimpses and a parting remorse.

Lost in the park, we were
lost in the park.  How we laughed.
But your flight took off, now it’s passed.
So I’m lost in the dark. I am lost in the dark.

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