When Glasgow became Edinburgh
I lost you
sometime when Glasgow became Edinburgh,
when work flowed fast and furious
and I ended up crumpled and sick,
battered by swirling eddies,
when music turned
to a monotonous
keyboard
click.
I lost you
at that time when the skies no longer dazzled,
when L.E.D. windows blinded me instead
and I ended up without sight,
darkened by virtual reality,
when empty pens leaked
empty words
unable
write.
I found you
waiting patiently,
exactly where you were left,
the cities merged, and the music returned,
and my empty leaking pen, no longer bereft.
George McDermid, October 2023