While standing at the bus stop.
One raining day.
I looked up to heven.
The grey clouds there to see.

Then I smelt your perfume.
Turning my head, there I could see.
Y O U.   Wet yet beautiful.
Your wet, dark hair, clinging to your face.

You fumbled in your handbag.
Picked up a compact, while looking at yourself.
YOU SI.   Placed it back.
Took out a cigarette, and fumbled more.

You turned to me.
Asking do you have light Mac?
No I answered.
Just a dark brown overcoat.

It was then I knew.    I had lost you for ever.