Liverpool
I remember bombed out buildings
Lining the road not long
After leaving the 62
You must’ve been 59 when
We met but I’m sure
You already knew me
Elements of all of us in my face
And the place that you
Called home left its mark
In its humour and its warmth
The greatest band and
Football team tattooed into my soul
Tales of sagging off school
And taking shelter in World War II
And the loo at the end of the yard
That one word speaks volumes
Of where I am now
Rather than where I went
I carry you and the city
Inside me even though I
Haven’t been back in years
I cannot go back
For you have gone
And you have changed
Thoughts
I don’t have any pictures of Liverpool. Probably because it was such a part of me that I took it for granted. I’m sorry for that.
The upside-down house in Brighton.
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