To Les

“I’ll take you by the hand
And you’ll show me the streets of London…”
What a bitter-sweet feeling this time
Walking hand in hand with my daughter
I automatically search for your face
Among the busy crowds
Barely able to walk as the rip-tide
Of memories pulls at my feet,
And the sharp rusty-edge of
Love cuts me deep.

I don’t know which is worse
Seeing you or not seeing you.
London is not London
Without you.

London, UK — September, 1982

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