A Long Time Ago.
The clouds fell as rain
onto my face….onto my hair.
Rain and Tears. Rain and Tears.
Late was the night…
The cobble stones of Wapping,
The grey tombs of broken housing
and my footfall trotting along
like a drenched sewer rat…under a tunnel…
Out….and passed the graffiti…
On and on….and down to the river.
Ripples of tide….no wind…
Just an orange fog sky,
and the traffic buzzing over the way
like crazed bees.
Did you come…..or did I visit you?
What does it matter now.
Kristine Byrne. Feb 20th. 2018