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.
Catherine Lucy Rowland 