By chance I find myself here,
Moonlight illuminating cigarette butts in pavement puddles.
Night sheltering the shadows of long-harboured regrets,
I’m sitting in a bus shelter
where once we kissed when we were young.
I’m sitting in a bus shelter where buses no longer come.
I drink a lager in memory of our love,
A one night stand in this hinterland of barbed wire scrub;
And it’s one more deserted yesterday
as out of date as the timetable on the wall,
Beside a penknife etched love heart
I scratched there for you, on a night like this, four decades ago.