Old Flame

I live near the doorway
Where you stood when you
Saw me off ten years ago
Warm with sleep, at four in the morning
 
And I thought no-one would be as beautiful again.
 
The park is dark and empty
So I hurry on home every day
And want to look back
 
Though I know you've gone
And I've gone
And the door shut.

 

 

 

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