3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,639

The narrow concrete lane between homes wends
Past your old second storey chimney stacks,
In anti-cycling stiles begins and ends,
Hedge overgrown, it seeds dry grass in cracks.
I'm lost now without you, my life rends
No joie de vivre, feels shanty towns and shacks,
Too late to shake the clock or make amends,
A ghost of you this hapless heart now tracks.
The weekend party was the main event
For me and less you, which I can now see,
Exams and job prospects swerved you free,
To sweet you there was more than making rent.
Wild branches pushed away spring back in place
And trigger tears as they strike through my face.

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