Where do you go to and not be afraid 
When suddenly you wake into your life 
And everything has run sadly away? 
Stroll out and breathe in the cold 
Fresh air. And look down at the feet 
Striding so definitely along past houses 
That lean back from the road and hide. 
And the heart beats slowly and clutches 
At something. All of those months away. 
A last piece of love. Some tiny regret. 
Forget the bad things that bring you sadness 
Now. Like the orange reflected from the lamp. 
Beneath which you wait. Dark puddles everywhere. 
Like some reason for being together. Still. 
But all your foundered loves remain. 
Huddled in corners that you walk past. 
Slowly. Hoping for some small voice, 
Glad to see you. Calling please don't go. 
It's so quiet it seems that all England sleeps. 
But you know that somewhere all of the puzzled 
Lovers of the town are trembling 
And reaching far across the damp night. 
Touching imaginary hearts that settle 
Into some piece of improbable brightness. 
Cozy and warm. And wanting to love. 
To be noticed. Tomorrow. As they fall into place. 
And try to find an excuse for touching. 
For breathing together. And you, too, will look. 
Before the nights get too long and you can't 
Wake up laughing when you rediscover 
There really is nothing. You too will look 
For that abstract perfection. Some reassurance. 
That love survives. If it exists at all.