Long Lost
Long lost phone numbers
Have been crumpled up
Between the folds of my brain
I am left with an uncertain
Certainty that I am having
Every conversation ever
Here in this moment
I hear the news announcing
My grandfather’s death
Alongside the speaking clock
And although we think time is linear
I’m here to tell you
It is not
For in this moment, I am
Answering a call
Treble five, double six
More a darts score than a greeting
Yet you know who I am
Even after all this time
We can still speak
And still do
Thoughts
Funny what we hold in our heads isn’t it? Old phone numbers and car registration plates. We think of them and are transported back in time.
Imagine all the lives that this building has seen.
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