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If the barn could talk…  
by Alex Grehy

“Meet me there.” 

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All the roads run one way from past to future,

I try to push against the crowds rushing past,

oblivious commuters lost in time, changing

fashions blurring in the candle – gas – electric lights.

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“Meet me there.”

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Your last words as you waved and walked 

into the path of a speeding carriage, the 

softness of iron-shod hooves striking flesh

a strange and deathly silence in the cobbled 

street, though I hear my screams echoing

through the decades since you said

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“Meet me there.”

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I saw your body interred in the city cemetery,

I guess mine is there too. But I? I am standing 

where you left me, yearning to meet you – where? 

Heaven, hell, that cafe where we sat every day 

to drink coffee and laugh at the gauche passersby 

marveling at the city’s newest skyscraper. 

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“Meet me there.”

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But I daren’t step into the tsunami of time, carrying 

the wreckage of the past onto the  distant shores of 

the future. I cling to my present, trapped at this intersection, 

watching you, a monument in the landscape of my life,

turning to blow me a kiss, your eyes locked on mine 

as you stepped into the road

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“Meet me there.”

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I would, my love, but the streets are all one way – away.

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Fiction © Copyright Alex Grehy
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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