Elizabeth

Elizabeth

On the bus you told me
This was a secret place
A place that tourists
Hardly Knew
Skating in Paris
With you
I marvelled at the rink
The Muralled walls
The ice uneven
My skating razor sharp
With children in my slipstream
I fell and you laughed
Then arm in arm
Friends not lovers
We took a turn
And you told me
That once you came here
With a gangster
Who loved you
He must be dead now
You sighed