Old Bank Street- The Mag

"So I find words I never thought to speak

In streets I never thought I should revisit

When I left my body on a distant shore."

T.S. Eliot

THE MAG

Old Bank Street, Manchester UK by R.A.D. Stainforth

For My Darling

We walk these rainy streets

arm in arm

like we've done 

so many times before.

A ritual ever spawning

until it isn't.

The task of farewells
on the wake of rushing

in, like swimming

in cold water in winter

haunting us like never before.

Our thoughts

become a lantern in our darkness

as if to tame our steps

over these cobblestone streets

under midnight stars
and a waning
moon, the city sleeps
like all the nights before.

We carry our burdens 
arm in arm
until daylight breaks

and our separation 
becomes a return of darkness
as if to frame our steps
in a concrete mass
of familiar thoughts,
this is not
good-bye.
I'll be waiting
for you-
on that distant shore.