Leaving
left prague
and boarded the plane
touchdown in more snow
and i tried to breathe again
reality was slightly picturesque
at nearly thirty,
i had to catch my breath
prague was a memory
now something i had once done
i tried to imagine the last ten years
and then, those times when i was young
foreign faces,
had been replaced by the drizzle and the grey
suddenly my thoughts started to roam
i thought of prague
and how, now, we were back home
James Garratt – Thursday 24th February 2005
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Leaving – Written Thursday 24th February 2005 (Aged 29)
