Passing places where I’ve
lived,
years of daily grind
gone now in the shifting spasm,
the hook and eye of time.

Passing places where I’ve
loved
I hesitate beside your door
wonder if I ventured in, just who
I’d find.

There’s the place we used
to kiss
buried under Albert Bridge
& the row that melted steel
shrank the river into tears.

Dean Street flutters with
our ghosts
the night I drank and danced
till dawn, in someone else’s
arms, you melted scorn.

Passing places where
we’ve been
watch our imprint in the air
sitting at this table where
I know we shared the final trip
the mystery of parting.