General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH OF LIVERPOOL


It made me think:
the day we traveled in your father's car,
through the streets of Old Swan,
to the Mitzi Bar.

You were sick coming back after the match.
A late penalty, twice taken,
almost broke our hearts.
Times remembered, people forsaken,

we lost contact when you went back home.
Today, I will take the train to Liverpool,
through the time tunnels of our youth.
I will look for you, like I always do,

as I pass the back streets of
a life half gone.
Looking at the old photographs,
one by one...


Jarvo 2019