Backwards

The elderly man walked backwards

The length of Tottenham Court Road.

I ran to keep up, matching him

Stride for stride until he disappeared at Warren Street station.

A friend joked; the man was time travelling,

Retracing his steps, going back at the start,

Correcting the past as he went.

I sat backwards on the train home

And hoped, against hope, it was true.

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