This one is from a notebook going back to 1998.
It needed considerably more tinkering with than some of my previous ones.
If anyone else is suffering from writer’s block, I would definitely recommend revisiting some of your old notebooks or files to help ease you back in. It’s part editing, part writing.
By David Milligan-Croft
After a tearful embrace at passport control,
I walk through the departure lounge at Charles de Gaulle.
I head to duty free to pick up a carton of cigarettes,
And a giant Toblerone. I don’t know who the Toblerone is for,
But it’s getting close to Christmas, and a giant Toblerone
Always comes in handy at Christmas.
I pick out some Chanel sunglasses
To give to you on my next trip over. I know you’ll love them,
Because I saw you trying them on once at Heathrow,
On our way to America. Then,
Out of nowhere, I am engulfed by your essence.
A surge of adrenalin makes my heart pound and my legs almost buckle.
I spin, dizzily, to see if you are there. I scan the crowd,
Trying to spot your beautiful face amongst the throng of passengers.
Then I am consumed by sorrow, when I realise
I am standing beside the Yves Saint Laurent perfume counter.
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