A Year and A Day Later

The colors are beginning to fade

The red and the gold and the cerulean

The smell of pale ale in the summer time

And bleach in the early afternoon

The crisp air of London

But a memory

 

The cobblestone streets of Covent Garden

Are quiet in my mind

As I recall the warm nights

Spent watching street performers

With an ice cream in hand

Hyde Park is empty

As Albert sleeps in his lofty throne

Touched by Midas

Not a soul to be seen in Trafalgar Square

The fountains sing their song to the cool night air

I feel like I am a passenger on the London Eye

Watching myself from above

Zooming out of focus

The rain clouding up the window

As I disappear into the fog