Regent Park, London


The lights in Regent Park
were on before the sunset arrived
I walked on the short grass,
playing with ideas

I remembered a kiss
that I stole
under the arches
of the portal of your lips

As time passed on
I began to realize
that there is nothing
that brings me
back to you

I don't deny
that we gave ourselves
relentlessly,
passionately and
with animal fury

But, you didn't see
that when I said
'I love you'
I had crossed my fingers
and I had already known
that there is nothing
that brings me
back to you
back to this place
you call home
in London town.

COPYRIGHT:Dirk Wojtczack