Alone (Nostalgias)

Sometimes Richmond for afternoons,
and long windy walks as the Thames stretches further inland
toward the pink skies of Oxford and Atlantic Ocean --
often Russell Square, lunch on the benches and absent walks through the sideroads of Soho --
or walking through Elephant and Castle for groceries--six cans of Inca Kola and various other things --
A walk on the Southbank, Sunday mornings before the
long walk to St Johns, as I
like to do now, before coming home to a cup of tea, and reading in bed.
And maybe cooking something you introduced me to,
like I did that time where you came to stay with me late
one evening, after seeing your friends at the
national. I always feel the same way in the
end.