Apart

I remember the place where we used to meet

with the whole of London at our feet.

November it was, and misty and dark.

Your cheeks were cold, your fingers too,

but your heart was warm as Newcastle coal.

Now you are where the towers were,

An empty place where the towers stood.

And I am here in the tireless sun

Where the gaudy red hibiscus flowers

and the baking lizards run.

Will we walk together, you and I?

Will we ever walk together again?

Will we walk by the river,

Hand in hand,

Head down in the rain to the pub in the Strand

Where years ago we said goodbye?

Poem every Monday