A confession in light blue

I used to come to see Kings,
watch punters duck the Bridge of Sighs,
revel in bells and cycles,
drink coffee at the Copper Kettle.

Now I'm here with you,
the monuments dissolve,
our meeting is a shade of grey.
Whatever else we should be doing
it shouldn't be this day.

The city used to satisfy,
Its grace and history
filled me with the colours
that I can't now feel;
there's only you, this pale affair.

I drive us back to where we'll separate,
overtake a bus of people smiling,
talking of their city day,
see my old smile
bouncing down the bus's aisle;
we part and still there's only you.

Here's my confession, in light blue,
I'll always love the city -
long after I've loved you.