Funny how quickly those things transport you back.
It was round here too.
Sometimes I'm in a time machine & I'm right back there.
Freaky. Because you know it's not possible & that everything has changed & you're suddenly full of panic & overcome with future dread.
The low engulfs you as you realise nothing can be changed & what's lost is lost forever in fading memories.
You can't feast on regret.
I walked passed my old door Number 56 in Pimlico.
I wonder how it feels to go & live again in a place you'd left many years ago.
Is there any kind of solace. Or some kind of finality. True closure.
Or just ghosts.
