A Year Called Obsolesence

Sometime between,

returning from France

and

travelling by plane to America

came the

effervescence.

Remembering 

a shared house,

single storey,

seaside summer.

Sweetness a breeze 

on hot day

mid-afternoons

when our time was just beginning.

And recently

on returning,

only dark Valium valleys of clouds

at midday met me alone.

Sometime between,

returning from France

and

travelling by plane to America

came the

eventual, emotional,

bedside table glass of water,

tablet, 

prescribed, 

obsolescence.