London is littered with memories

London is littered with memories

An innocent bus weaves insolently
Through London's streets littered with memories,
Of glasses half full at half-secret encounters
In miscellaneous pubs;

Of our laughter filling parks and pubs and a
churchyard alike,
And flirting that should never have led anywhere.

And though life wonders on, this always endures.
My streets brimming possibilities are yours.