AEngus in Old Age

AEngus in Old Age

Last night I dreamt I flew.
I stood on the evening hillside.
The lingering scent of soft human flesh
Startled me awake.

Last night I dreamt I flew.
You were at my side all the time
As we watched the planets rise and fall
To the metronome of our hearts.

Last night I dreamt I flew.
You cupped your hand in mine.
As we watched the planets rise and fall
Beneath the microscope of the moon.

Last night I dreamt I flew.
Your portrait remains on the wall.
Sometimes when I look away
I imagine that you are gone too.

I bring you breakfast in bed.
Toast, eggs, and orange juice.
Sleeping in the arms of Murphy.
I leave the tray on your bedside table.

I bring you breakfast in bed.
You greet me with a smile.
You remind me of your portrait
That remains on the wall.

I bring you breakfast in bed.
I found the letter in your drawer.
Age has been less kind to me.
I found another silver hair.

I bring you breakfast in bed.
I taste the smoke on your lips.
You gave up the habit a lifetime ago.
I press my fingers against my pulse.
 
 

Adam James Cuthbert is currently a postgraduate student at the University of Dundee, qualifying for a MLitt in English Studies. He has previously contributed to the websites Doctor Who TV and Cult Fix, reviewing the television series Doctor Who and Orphan Black for the latter, as well as being published in Issue 7 of Dundee Writes. His literary influences include: James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, and Grant Morrison.

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