Got a postcard from her: St. Paul´s Cathedral At Night. Spent a couple of days trying to read between the lines: now I don´t have to read between the lines.
Talking in an empty cinema, walking back through Parliament Square. St.James´s Park at Christmas-time: glimpsing the lake through the evening lights.
I didn´t want want there to come an end to our time. I know I´m in no position to miss her, Shouldn´t hold her so close when she goes; Still I wonder what she was thinking As she travelled home