The Last Forest

Our world has turned ghostly

Boulevard echoes

Recent chats and smiles

The noise of our lives.


Days transformed

into distant existence

Solitude and wine

Spring mountain view.


Someone smiled today

A tilt towards comfort

I think she recognised an accent

I recognised her kindness.


I’ve always dreamt

of a romantic apocalypse

Just me and you

Maybe a clutch of others

Brewing coffee over a campfire

in the last forest.


That dream

is different now.