Love is like…

posted Wednesday, 9 January 2008

Love is like seeing field after field of bright Spring yellow from the window of an express train travelling towards one who patiently awaits you with open arms.

Losing your loved one is like walking around a modern industrial estate on the rainy edge of an even more nondescript town.

Never having had one to love at all is actually enjoying the walk.

Published ‘Psychopoetica’ 1991

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