Highbury and Islington on Victoria
A fort beckons as the Tube door opens
I see it and ignore as another advert
That have attempted to entice me
But a fort, like on a mountain that I hold dear
The mountains that I relate to you
The ones that will always take me
Wrap me as their own in their folds
Such is the love I feel in your arms
Such is the embrace I yearn when
Miles away from you, I sense you
So near, as almost I could touch, yet…
My father became friend a few years later
Never knew if and when you could be my friend
But it didn’t matter I suppose
Some things were taken for granted forever
Your small moves in my life
Is what I am today; my positives are a result
Of those; negatives all are mine
To suffer and bear
There is demand for affection
All over my life as I see; receipts
I have been asked, every time I charge
Yours is the place, a free house of love
Lest it never be said that I missed
Ever telling you so, how much
I have always felt for you
But never mentioned it so.
