|
|
|
Added 6 July 2000
Back again at The Nile,
only vaguely able to picture her
and unsure that I would even
recognize her if she decided to return
here for a second meal.
The place is devoid of all but me
and though I had a choice
it didn't seem right
to sit at her table.
I sit facing it instead.
This place is desolate,
but only for the lack of her.
What power there is
in small things.
It's just as well that this
is my last night in this city.
There's nothing here for me now.
|
|
|
|