Sunday, February 1, 2015

Though my memory might be dim,

but I remember, the bar, the
walk back, him. I remember his
middle name spelled in gin, &
the evening moving on a whim.
And where the Caledonian Road
turned like a river, where the
lights of King's Cross limned
his black jacket, his short hair,
and his eyes as brown as sin.

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