The two most often mixed up countries though miles and miles apart

She said

the connection got real

when she waved him goodbye

with a watery eye

 

And in months and miles apart

he saw

what she had allowed him

to become

 

by letting him go

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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

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.