…from across the pond.
And a bonus poem – in the spirit of Potter’s blotter:
The Anti-Valentine
Outside your zone
Away from my orbit
Out of your shadow
A moment alone –
No, rather – apart.
It’s what we know:
Alone.
Apart. A–
Lone. A–
Part.
A lone.
A part.
Our life has been
A mutual eclipse
Of heart from heart,
And the difference it
Makes between
These two distinct and lonely partings of lips.
Those last three words.
Well played, sir!
Funny headline and nice poem. Thanks.
Wow.