The sweetest memories hang like negatives in the dark room of my mind I develop them occasionally picturing again more exciting times
Yellows and browns begin to wash across the leaves outside my window I haven’t seen you in the flesh since those shoots were new it feels so long ago
We ran through those streets as if we owned them spinning endlessly from bar to bar from joke to joke in our abandon
Our last night in the city some nameless rooftop bar we watched the buildings making love to their reflections on the water A stranger took our photo sloshing glasses tucked behind our backs arms around each other’s shoulders smiles wider than the frame
I hope there will be other times another chance and soon to lose ourselves together in conversations deep in the bowels of dimly lit bars or the roof terraces decked with lanterns on endless summer evenings down bustling cobbled alleyways a community of revellers
O, these dusty memories bring me close to tears these dusty memories chase me round the house dreaming of a time when we can crawl out of our bunkers spend another night getting lost in the city finding each other…
Tear the statues down put them in a museum have their achievements weighed against their modern moral faults Give them context It feels wrong to venerate values we no longer share
Tear the problematic statues down it’s time to move on They’ve had their light they’ve had their vaunted praise let them slip into the past I don’t want to walk beside the likeness of a slave trader on my morning commute despite their pigeon-shit coat that always makes me smirk
Tear the statues down The older folks may say it’s a pity the folly of an ignorant youth but times; they change often abruptly and sometimes it’s appropriate to force a step change to send a message Like scientists reevaluating theories based on new research Shouldn’t we reassess elevated heroes of the past
Tear the problematic statues down let’s build new ones better ones let them inspire hope and unity and in 100 years, if they must fall again then so be it History is not lost because of it books will go on, museums go on providing that all-important context for those who seek it…
In the lush laugh of London I indulge the urge to walk so freely Let my mind wander wide entertain all its distractions But what I find is that your presence hangs so vividly behind my eyes That if I pause a moment or check the pulse of my emotions It’s you… It’s you… I don’t want to be here if it means I am without you
Long live the hours that are ours!
In the glowing gadget’s glare your words vibrate into my world and from my bed, so far away you’re preparing for a lonely slumber And what I find is that your gravity has its beautifully fierce grip on me So, if I take a step from where you are my feet begin to ache as they’re pulled toward It’s you… It’s you… I can’t bear to be here If it means I am without you
Long live the hours that are ours!
In the rain’s relentless ruining of roads and December’s constant wish for cold I’m sure I’m going to slip on ice fall in love so hard And what I find you’re just the right kind the complimentary soul I’ve been writing about So, if I let this be what it longs to be My hands, my head, my heart they turn towards It’s you… It’s you… I can’t entertain the thought of being here if it means I am without you
Long live the hours that are ours! Long live the hours as we entangle these lives of ours…
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