august953
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Sunday in London
it cold & I missing her
the buildings so much bigger
in streets this empty
save for clusters of tour coaches
& every street or so
the lovers
they gaze in parks
kiss on corners
hold hands on the crossings
Her love for me
I thought life's work worth it
her love for me
the treasure beyond dreams
her love for me
the light on the highway
when the road is endless
her love for me
my father's smile
my mother's kindness
her love for me
my child's wave farewell
her love for me
the hand that stills fever
the jealous dare not ruin
her love for me
the failure of words
show the moments
she has touched
body & soul
across a kiss
across the planet
for the light & shadow
she casts on my life
thru the days of heaven
to this Sunday in London
cold & empty
I see my lost companion
in every stranger's smile
I am the less without her
no number of these useless words can say
I'd as well be a child
drawing in the sand
dreaming unawares
of storms come & nightfall
I am the less without her
broken words & empty castles
I can only remember
what she brought to my life
peace at the centre
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