The Promise

There was a promise we made on the bridge that day
In London - the water's flow was thick and fast beneath
Our feet - we started at each end and met in the middle by
The balustrades - the sparkle of the stone freed by light.

It was a sunny day; it was to meet ten years hence on
That date, exact, but I forget which date it was and when our
Tryst was exactly missed. I do not know you now, wonder
Do you remember the meet we forgot? The promise broken?
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