John Tottenham

I waited a long time
to be haunted
by what wasn’t wanted.
One experiences a different kind of nostalgia
when one doesn’t ‘change’.
Yet the question is still the same:
how best to squander
the rapidly diminishing time that remains.

Posted on September 20, 2014 at 11:35 pm in Emptyscapes, Poems of regret and Resentment   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL