The first weekend in London

The first weekend you came to see me,
we were going to go to that party in Shoreditch -
but it turned private, so instead, we spent our evening making love.

I had been in London for about two weeks,
met you in Clapham Junction by platform eleven where
we'd be almost a year later, changing trains to stay at yours
for the week.
Now, whenever I'm in Clapham, I always think of your face
as I saw you, your hair (red, at the time) and your smile I had
been missing in that last week of September.

Who were we then? With all that time ahead of us,
we crossed the road by St Mary's and you had
dessert in the Northcote. The sunny afternoon,
hardly even started.