To you, F.

The moment we were about to head to the centre

and

you started freeing my coat from grass and other remnants

of nature

still left

from the evening I was lying on the green gazing into the evening sky

while listening to birds

and pursuing planes

with my eyes

 

is so representative of our personalities

and relationship

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London

Big, noisy place

overwhelming in sounds, sights, smells
To you I turned

to travel a little

closer to myself

 

You are expected to be bright at night

People are

in front of bars

called pubs

Sipping their pints of ale

 

But I found

There’s so much left

of old times

19th-century mood

A bit of Sherlock Holmes

on some corners

 

And those street lamps

leaving the streets

gloomy

 

Here I find myself

Travelling back

In a place

where I intended

to travel forth.