Under the Fog

As you pack your clothes into

a bag and head out in the rain,

I don't know if you really care

whether you see me again.

After twenty years

I've learnt no one stays here for more than two,

So I wish you the best and

when you're gone we'll have a drink for you.

As the bus drove over London Bridge

the river shone so bright,

You leant in and kissed my cheek,

I held your cold hand tight.

In my head Bob Dylan sang about "revolution in the air",

And we danced right on through the night as if we were somewhere.