Holland Park

I walked with you the asphalt tracks
of your schooldays,
while raw green tongues grazed our faces
and I gulped down
every last crumb of you.

You told of the past, yet over
the tender green evening, I barely understood
why there was no talk of the future.

Jacquelyn Arnold

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