If i ever come back,
i want you to remember
who i used to be.
Remember that day,
at St Katherine Docks,
when it was almost Christmas.
It was almost Christmas
and you had never been brighter.
The water mirroring the lights
and the whispers.
A painting of lost people,
dancing flesh
on the thread of a city made of black steam. The frosted morning,
the foxes at night,
chasing each other
outside my window.
Sometimes i think
i’d like to be a fox,
going out only when
the sun goes down.
Running away,
from curiosity
and lights.
If i ever come back,
remember who i was,
An orphan,
homeless,
wandering trough
an unknown,
beautiful world.
A grey world.
Grey Marble Arch,
grey the water of the canals.
Grey the anxiety
of Oxford Street.
Remember who i was.
Because i won’t.
