Sinking into a silent likeness
In the mist
Our 9th adventure
The day after the 8th again
Should have been
A lovely afternoon walk
Across the Roman lakes
In Marple
Near where my second girlfriend
Lived many years ago,

Should have been
A lovely train ride
All the way down
To Marple
And through Romiley
Where I would have relayed
My infamous stories
About the old forum there.

Should have been a walk
Through the meadows
After partying solid
The night before
Until we were knee deep
In the grass
With horses chasing us
Like they were put bulls

Hurrying in-between
Differing emotions

Glancing at our watches
When we all eventually arrived
Late for one reason
Or the other

Certain we’d over-take
The moonlight
Before the sun

Laughing at our
Mis-adventures still
From the previous day

All the way to
The lakes

With the moon
Chasing us
Like an elderly sprinter 

(9th in a series)