Passing
Passing places where I’velived,years of daily grindgone now in the shifting spasm,the hook and eye of time.Passing places where I’velovedI hesitate beside your doorwonder if I ventured in, just whoI’d find.There’s the place we usedto kissburied under Albert Bridge& the row that melted steelshrank the river into tears.Dean Street flutters withour ghoststhe night I drank and dancedtill dawn, in someone else’sarms, you melted scorn.Passing places wherewe’ve beenwatch our imprint in the airsitting at this table whereI know we shared the final tripthe mystery of parting.