SOMETIMES I LOOK FOR YOU.
© David Milligan-Croft.
It’s been almost twenty years now.
Even still, I look for you,
Every time I visit our capital.
I look for you ascending great escalators,
As I descend into the labyrinth.
I scan the faces in crowded carriages
Looking for your headachey eyes.
I look for the scar
On hands that grip the rail.
Although you are not the purpose
Of my visit, I hope to catch a glimpse of you,
Among the other eight million inhabitants.
And, why on earth not?
It’s still better odds
Than winning the lottery.
And that’s what being with you
was like – winning the lottery.