Another year. I see the blossom

Scuffed under my boots

Crushed to slush on the pavement.

My phone buzzes – is it a text from you?

No. Just ‘Battery low’.


How come I always miss the spring?

Something that’s always about to happen

Or a lottery I never bet on…

My phone buzzes again

‘Battery low’ and with a blue flash

I must try to be more present.

This is my life no other.

How many rehearsals do I have left?

But the trees fake it


They deserve the first prize in

You’ve got Talent.


Plug the recharger in.

If I find a signal quick

Maybe I will yet get a text from you.

The phone lights up and says



Yes welcome welcome welcome

One day I’ll be there to meet you.


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