The Selfless magician.

Let them have their magic.

Their moments.

Those beautiful periods

Of moving on,

Intimate discovery,

New hobbies,


An all refreshing outlook

On life.


And whilst you’re still sat,

Bottle in hand

Cursing the passers by.

Writing the same,

Drinking the same,

Loving the same,

Realise then, that they deserve

Their moment of magic


Whether you will ever have yours

Or not.    

The End

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