And I was away,
While you shone by the old red buildings
And years of wealth. I was away
You spoke, you speak
Like you planned it; words like petals,
Soft and bright. I press them,
Between heavy books
And smell them on my bedside. You kept free,
When the walls drew in.
And I’ll keep free,
Choosing colour over sullenness
And silence. I know,
You liked his melting eyes
And his sharp face, and
How he made you feel, the shape of him
But in the black-light –
It’s all blue. A great field of it,
Loud and fluorescent and staining.
It’ll stop raining,
And the wet pavements
In the hot streetlamps
Will be gold.