On Seeing You Again
Time has passed; the end is near, my destination is here.
A stroll down the East End is like a journey manifested by symbols; by signs that give directions - each step, a step closer to you. Eyes meet; the heart bleeds. And our gaze never wavers, not flickering in the breeze. You - and I - are not the same, and yet the feelings are. Some things can be immortalised; did Time not wipe us clean?
Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements, even if it leads nowhere. Or would it be a waste; even if I knew my place. Should I leave it there; even if it leads nowhere?
For I have been there with you. And I will not cry no more.
