i leave a bedroom
still littered by you.
i take the train
into this city.
a broken heart is easily lost
amongst the crush,
amongst the rush
on the underground.
carried by the moving stairs.
there's no need to hurry
when you're going
nowhere.
he gave me the capacity to love
and left as i was filling up.
so i turn to you my old friend and say
take me in your arms.
wrap your roads around me.
nuzzle me with your crowds
and let the quick warmth of commerce immerse me.
because london, you owe me this much.
in the bars and cafes
i waste away the day.
the pictures in galleries
give my thoughts a place to nap in.
i retire into cinemas.
student passes,
eccentric bastards
escapees from the 9 to 5.
deeper into hyde park.
i muddle
where the grannies huddle.
pigeons around my feet.
he gave me the capacity to love
and left as i was filling up.
so i turn to you my old friend and say
take me in your arms.
wrap your roads around me.
nuzzle me with your crowds
and let the warmth of commerce immerse me.
because london, you owe me this much.
