Thinking of Liverpool today
Imagining a hard day’s night with you.
Wouldn’t need help with you with me
Just a stroll hand in hand in the breeze.
A secluded restaurant meal,
Wine and a smile over candlelight.
More air and an exhibition
Pottering around, seeing sights,
Laughing and holding onto you.
Sit by the water watching the waves dance
And the sirens look away, shown up.
Silent TV in the hotel bar
Laughing still at the lime in my drink,
Something you never quite accept.
Looking, questioning, but not mocking.
Lights go down, speech quietens.
An old man plays ‘Let It Be’
As a salsa favourite.
Time to take my moptop to bed.
And you with me.
And you with me.