Last night I didn’t move.
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I watched the sun fall
And rise again
Buried by clouds
Without ever really blinking.
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I watched the trees contort their shape,
Listened to the cars which never stopped passing,
Saw the neon lights gradually dim down and flutter away
All while I stayed
(Or was stuck)
Completely static,
Entirely motionless,
Crushed beneath the weight
Of your memory.
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I can’t remember
My alarm
Going off
Or the sky
Shifting gradient
From black
To that same grey.
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My mind was far away,
A thousand miles
And years ago
Chasing after regrets
Gathering them together,
But not to let them go.
About the Creator
Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…
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