Where once Old London Town
seemed like some aloof and untouchable stranger,
now she appears
almost filled to the bursting
with ghosts and appartitions.
I have a tendency to hang onto things, it's true.
Memories have a habit of rattling around
endlessly in this hollow heart of mine.
I reminisce with every exhale.
Nostalgia seeps from my every pore.
On some days,
just the most simple of
bus journeys along the Finchley Road
can bring to mind the soothing lips
of at least 3 or 4 women that I've loved and lost.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
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