onsdag 21. mai 2014

Remember our street ? Where we used to meet and lived and loved in ? where you used to live and I still do and which was supposed to see us through ?


A cold and wet wind came,
cold even for springtime,
to sweep you away
like leaves that fell later
the autumn after

You'd gone. A sea
in moonlight brings you back 
to me sometimes, but it is only
a mirage, a stratagem,
a ghost in my garden.

Our poor street
looks empty now it is too late
to find you.
Sometimes
I imagine you coming and going
like you used to.
But there is only the going.


3 kommentarer:

  1. Do you remember? Do you remember Great Russell Street? Do you remember Les Misérables? Do you remember the rain falling? Do you remember the cold weather after the wonderfull concert at Royal Albert Hall? Do you remember fish and chips later in the night? Do you remember November in London? Do you remember the violins at Covent Garden? Do you remember all of this and much much more? Do you? I don't think you do but...I do! I cann't forget!!!

    SvarSlett
  2. Only to say that my profil photo is from a CHRISTMAS bouquet flower that you sent me...do you remember?...do you?

    SvarSlett