Painting colours without shadows
Outside the cafe
And nodding,
I too, slip slowly away,
Into a London
Of fog and green grass.
...
Where
Nothing is but
What once was;
In brooding mist,
A glimpse of us—
As Rain threads
Stitch the wound
Still open
From our youth,
And the scent
Of rain
Discloses
Love notes
Fragrant
With your perfume.