On George Street

Earlier,
and now.

Inside,
then outside,
of this Edinburgh festival.
In the steaming rain.

You are my sunshine.
The only sunshine.

I’ll tell you this.
Again and again.

It will never change.

Later.
On old George Street.
Amongst the famed,
the fallen,
and furious.

We bicker,
then play.
Curse.
Kiss.

The clouds part,
and forever more,
we’ll be rayed.

You’ll never know dear….