Calloused into a whisper
The loss of your love
Hangs around Moor Lane Station
Next to the market
Burying kisses
At the back of the town hall
Where once you shook Peter Kay’s hand
Into a pasture of love
Stretching past Sainsbury’s
Near the Sweet Green
With our love becoming shapes
Chipped by the moonlight
Clamped in the rain
Asthmatic in the silence
Of rail replacement buses
Just off Tynne Street
Next to the old GUS Building
And Barclays
And the Cattle Market
Just on Orlando Street
Flooding Blackhorse Street
In a headlight of emotion
Speaking against the wind
Like a annex trapped in a bubble
Preserving undated memories
Concaving multitudes
Over books of memories
Never to be seen again
Kissing goodbye
Once again in the rain.
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