The water of the Thames is incarnadine in the sunset/ I spent my whole life thinking about dying and now I know that will never happen/ the heat wave makes the wind shudder/ everyone we know will be gone/ it stinks of sludge and sweat and city/ but maybe one day

when she is lonely too

I can come back for her

we will be lonely together

and although she may not be able to forget

she will have forever

to remember

Who am I/ I have no face to keep/ am I ever in one place

No

On an arid, august morning I realised that.