I went on a date with London. I took a bottle of wine and spun it at each intersection in order to decide which street to walk down next. It was a lovely little exploration of urban wandering, psychogeography and having relationships with places. afterwards I wrote a poem.
I love you London.
But recently it feels as though we’re growing apart.
At the start it was all exciting and new
There was a spark, the thrill of exploration,
Getting lost in you.
Gazing into each other’s eyes.
We don’t really do that anymore, and maybe that’s okay
Relationships grow and change
And it can be amazing, but…
I miss you
I’m with you all the time but I still miss you,
We’re just both so busy these days with work and life and health issues
And god knows we’re both so fucking tired all the time
But that’s no excuse
Sometimes, I think about how great and interesting you are
And I can’t help but feel like you’re wasted on me,
I guess I already think I know you so well that
I don’t bother to take the time to discover more.
I take you for granted I know I do
But I want to be better
You deserve better.
So let me take you out, just the two of us
Maybe some wine
And let’s get lost in each other again
Have some quality one on one time
No goals, no pressure, nowhere to be
Just you and me and one intimate night of exploration.