BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

We Know It Can't Be You

We know it can’t be you
returning
through mist and rain
to see us again.

We’d swear we were seeing things
if you pressed your nose
against the glass or scraped
a nail across the pane. The pain!

But, after the big shock,
we’d hug and kiss. Bliss!
Reclaim your name. Proclaim it
to the world like crazy people. Insane!

Then we’d uncork a bottle
of your favourite tipple,
sit you down
and ask you to explain.

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