6/ those leaving steps gone

And in the morning she saw me out.
The door was open, and into town.
A taxi swinging into the street,
past the coffee shops, the sound of feet,
down the slope and along the way,
those leaving steps gone behind me.

Clouds gathered, evening came.
Tonight I’ll go back to where you were
and, if you want answers, “I’m in the bar.”
You hoped for a holiday, a forget it all;
across the buildings rain fell.

There are men driving up and down with money.
If love can happen once it can happen again.
Up with the skirt and into town,
I can have it if I want it, but I don’t want it;
I hang around the pub,
last orders gone.