Apart

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 as warm as Newcastle coal was your heart.  

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?

Hand in hand,

Will we walk by the Thames,

Heads down in the rain to that pub in the Strand

Where a year ago we said goodbye?