I am beginning to find the days more long;
as if time has lost its rhythm
and the Sun, sort of stutterers across the sky.
I spend more hours daydreaming,
of long cliff walks and rolling fields
and people from my youth –
And wonder, do they ever think of me?
I’m sure some think that I am dead,
there was a misreport, some years ago;
so if there is anyone out there
that remembers me,
then reads these lines –
I just want to say….Hello!
© Fingleton (Septembre 2016) (Löst Viking)