Day 7

 Wish you were here

I haven't been back in years-

the department store boarded,

the central hotel broke windowed,

yet bright pink blossom branches

in the chain fenced waste ground

and brand new signs to nowhere

The shops are like this-

betting, charity, pound, cafe,

and the wind is itself but wilder,

shrieking through the precinct, 

all the gulls and pigeons weighing the sky down-

Why would you come here?

I had a return to somewhere else

but stopped at this grey station in the past.

Told the ticket woman I was breaking my journey

which was the truth of it, but not all

Hoped to get a glimpse of you, 

to see if time turned back