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?next poem