Tuesday 20 November 2012

On Leaving London (fragment)


Rain tonight. And I’m made
To think of you in mist
Eyed skies, the way
You soaked up that
Incessant flood, a summer
Washed out like no other,
And reminders so
Recklessly left.

It was the last day, caught
On repeat, with nowhere
Left to go, and so little time
To do so much. You showed
Me beneath your skin, and
Walking along I pressed you,
Each minor heart beat an
Emerald store for years of
Sun.

Now the noon has burned away another
Day, and all I hear is horns
Tonight. On lonely walks along
Puddled streets, I can’t see
Your face for anyone.