It was at the bus station, waiting for the 25
Le Breve coat on, looking like an officer
Stood next to a bag with St. George by Duffer shirt
Donning the enjoyment of its new owner.
Looking in the reflective board ahead,
A damsel appeared with a friend on her tail,
Without much care in the world, or so you'd think.

She was clad in the latest fashion I am told,
Her hair was pampered and tied into a knot;
People around here shout when they are talking
But her soft words silently echoed on her supple lips;
Her eyes were focussed and unaware they were blue,
In which, if I looked, I'd see the stars of heaven.
Her body was about average, if that means anything,
With a pair of wings, she'd be an angel by dawn.

I was made for the awkward moment
When you feel you should say something but can't,
My heart was down, my head standing on its feet
Still with a hangover from the innocuous identity crisis,
What would become of the day when the steam fades,
All want an upgrade, looking for greener pastures;
When the thief points a finger at everyone else?
Because a thief thinks everyone steals...

You can't change the past but the way you feel,
Armed with conclusions to my risk analysis,
I walked over and said
Hey, I'm Jamesy, sorry I didn't catch your name.