a cake half eaten

the abyss is closer even
than it was yesterday
inky tendrils crawling
across the almost white page
it’s always later than you think
the tickety-tock clock never stops
it marches ever onwards
eating days and weeks and
later months and years
as it passes you by
crunching through dry leaves
as well as juicy grass
leaving snail trails of
memories behind in its wake
and there are the regrets
the lists of never minds
and I’ll get to you some day
which now will never
be ticked off and instead
leave a funny taste
in my mouth
when all I wished for
was for you
to hold my hand
as the lights go down
and the dark embrace
is all that is on the menu
another of those
bitter-sweets painted
on the wall with the
dusty pink roses
that lost their smell
but not their flavour
of a pastel yesterday
when the light was bright
and the sun always shone.


© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way, shape or form without my written permission.

a cake half eaten

Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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Pondering getting older.


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