From My Poetry Diary - "The outskirts of the universe"
"The outskirts of the universe"
I'm on the outskirts of that universe.
Same spot, different time... I, too.
The bridge, see her washed-out face.
"It isn't late for you," the faraway voice adds. But how could I forget?
That image, which has been frozen in time In the back of my thoughts.
Fears float in the air, her face, the bridge.
Her hands drew me back into the past.
I'm being told not to fight.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Claudia