Got a postcard from her:
St. Paul's Cathedral At Night.
Spent a couple of days
trying to read between the lines:
now I don't have to read between the lines.
Talking in an empty cinema,
walking back through Parliament Square.
St.James's Park at Christmas-time:
glimpsing the lake through the evening lights.
I didn't want want there to come an end to our time.
I know I'm in no position to miss her,
Shouldn't hold her so close when she goes;
Still I wonder what she was thinking
As she travelled home