Coming back to London

just doesn’t feel the same

and still this familiar skyline

is haunted with rain

 

And yet I have a head full of memories

from the times spent with my lover;

though she may be absent,

I know I need not another.

 

My heart still beats with

the same conviction as before;

I will carry on triumphantly,

loving you even more.

 

For when you are not there

it is if my soul has been stripped bare

and the sun has stopped shining

in its empty sky.

 

Now I am just a poor lover

robbed of my throne,

whilst the question ‘Why?’

still hums out in drones.

 

Everything is colourless;

even the bird has stopped chiming its song!

Yet another reminder

that this distance is wrong.

 

So let us cut it down at the root,

crushing its sour presence underfoot.

 

No matter where we might be,

we wll overcome this distance;

just you and me.