London Didn't Call

And I still Answered.

A kid by a pool was holding a phone.

She said, “Meet me in London because that’s where I’ll be.”

I replied, “Are you sure, you’re talking to me?”

“Certainly.”

London rain makes me smile through the pain.

Kids in the clouds, watching me be happy and then frown.

A mixture of sorts, I said, “Forgive me, I have a brain that won’t stop.

Don’t judge me, while my brain fog flops.”

She laughed and said, “I’ll never judge you. Not from where I am.”

And she is right, even when my heart feels damned.

Walking through the architecture. Seeing all the signs.

Still in the fog, walking, trying to see the boundary lines.

Pulling back because it wasn’t the right move.

London didn’t call,

But the little girl is still here—

And she says, she is coming soon.