You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
'Cos I'm not who I used to be.
No longer easy on the eyes
These wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below.
Who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for,
Both a beginning, and an end.
Now he lives inside
Someone he does not recognise
When he catches his reflection by accident.
On the back of a motorbike
With your arms out-stretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind.
But even at our swiftest speed
We couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned, that even landlocked lovers yearn
For the sea like navy men.
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