A letter to a stranger - Old London Town

Dear stranger, 

I am terrified. Terrified that there isn't enough time. I knew that this part would feel short, that it would go by so quickly. I had thought that what would come next would seem like forever. But now there aren't enough days in a week and I want to be everywhere all at once. But I will come back to you. At the end of August, in a year, in five years, until I die but I will return to you. 

If only you weren't so far away. If only I could dig a hole through the centre of the earth just to be closer to you. But I would wear the skin off my hands and then I wouldn't be able to hold yours. And if I had wings they would only get in the way of our pretty hand holding  as you guide me through the streets and get me lost.

So I'll wait, biding my time until I next see you and maybe then you will still always feel special and you will always feel new. 

My hat will get wet in the rain but when the sun comes out it will dry. In the winter I'll wear big woollen socks and tie my scarf around my neck like a python.
Maybe it will snow and I'll watch Love Actually for the 300th time.

There is too much to see for such a short amount of time and I could return forever and never have seen enough. And where is the time just to sit? To sit and watch you, moving and changing with the light. As the lights go down you look so pretty dressed as a Christmas tree. 

I have not been with you to sit by the water and I haven't been with you to take a bubble into the sky, but we have sat on rooftops and sipped cocktails while everything drums on below. 

You beat the drum and I follow. Down alleyways and past old bluestone. My feet trip over cobbles as my face stares up and all around. One drop, two drops it, it starts to rain. My hat is wet again but it's ok because I love you.