November 2006
2 posts
Hi
All she had said was “hi”
and already I was swept away
into a relationship
of moonlight kisses
and home-cooked dinners
and whispered words of love
over cups of spiced tea in dark cafes
of mid-day disagreements
and dinner-table arguments
and heated words of spite
over cups of bitter coffee in neon-lit malls
All she had said was “hi”
and already I was swept away
into goodbyes.
Customs
(Terminal 3, London Heathrow Airport, November 17 2006)
The horrendous flight from Toronto was but the start of a sleepless and tiresome weekend trip to London. The obviously-inebriated rugby team on the plane managed to keep everyone awake on the red-eye into Heathrow, so the group of passengers filling into the queue at customs was a sorry lot of groggy face and dragging feet. In a rush...