Erratic sirens toll. The doors close. Visit somewhere new to revisit someone old. Hand back your memories, perhaps in pieces (lets be honest, you never checked). Give a smile, apologise for your brisk leave due to time constraints. Choke the remorse. Shield regret. A cup of tea would have been nice. Break the ice. The wind is cold and so are you. I never knew this street existed.
London smirks at my shoddy goodbye, my retreat to safer shores. Come back soon, have that drink you promised. Stare at your reflection in the carriage window, they won’t see you like her. They see someone who couldn’t answer, who never will. The past is just that. Hide behind a screen, more pressing matters demand you there.
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