recording a musing i had on waterloo bridge
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if i fell in love in this city
maybe we'd have found our way into the artist's garden and talked til late on the bench. maybe we'd have flipped over the gate or hid until the guards closing the platform walked past us none the wiser.
and one day we'd make our way down the muddy river from temple to embankment to this very waterloo bridge and we'd see this stupid little stretch of god knows what sediment and you or i would insist on pretending to have a grand old beach day and we'd shimmy our way down ro the grit and banged up boards where the birds were perusing today. the equally brown water would lap at our feet and, does it still smell, do you suppose? one of us would get grossed out and we'd tease each other about it until we both were too disgusted to stay. and so we'd have our london beach day maybe foggy maybe not and maybe we'd get caught for loitering where we aren't supposed to, but i wouldn't feel like there was any place i wasn't supposed to be as long as i was with you. we'd laugh and run and duck somewhere else, find another little tidbit, but not before standing on the bridge above and noticing the little patch of rainbow in the sky.
maybe we'd be in the victoria embankment park and share a kiss, watch strangers pass and stare at them until they look away. to be in love in london would be so different than my lovely california or my chicago or budapest or milan and i do wonder where we'd be. i can't lie when i had this thought i remembered him and how we met at artist's garden and talked til so late in hyde park and battersea and walked everywhere and he snuck me into the rca but alas. as tender as he was to me as tender as he may have felt, i don't think i felt the same, but the gratitude and connection remains dear in my heart.
2222 back in brixton at claire's
i was waiting for angele today on waterloo bridge too. as i walked toward hir i couldn't not smile in anticipation. we met each other in the middle and hugged for so long and hugged again and ze held my pinky and we walked together. we really spoke our meeting into being. i always love to see hir.
sometimes chance likes to bring people together again and again. when i particularly enjoy the collisions, i like to call it fate.
here's to always ending up in the same place, mein liebchen xx
(sometimes chance brings two people together again and again. when i particularly enjoy the collisions, i like to call it fate.
here's to always ending up in the same place, mein liebchen xx)
