The Meeting
Today
I met my own
mortality
For the first time
And she didn't look
In the slightest bit
How I expected
To be quite honest
She had no
Distinguishing features
At all
Blended right in
With the motorway
And the traffic
The road kill
And the crash barriers
On reflection
It's possible she
Wore a knowing look
The one that says
It happens to us all
What makes you think
You're so special
And then she was
Gone
Leaving me with
Nothing
But emptiness
And a feeling
Of the unshakeable
fragility
Of life
Travis Brow
Thu 31st Jul 2014 15:41
This one's ace.