London Poem: Day 83

8 November

Even from here, I miss you.
We’ve traversed miles over night,
And this is where we’ve stopped.
I feel like I’ve been here before,
But never with you.
We climb and climb,
Looking back to the sweetness
We only knew,
And lounging, for a moment,
In problems, unspoken.
I miss you,
As my anxiety grows
For fear of what may come
Today. But, it is believed to be
Only in my head,
So, I wait for the vaguest
Suggestion of affection
So that in all this chill
I may, again rest comfortably
On high, where you live in
Peace with our love.

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