Would she wonder, as I did, right after our jubilant exchange,
Two strangers so happy to see each other,
Right after we’d met in front of that magnificent derelict house just round the corner,
Right after she’d stopped and said “Been empty five years” and I’d exclaimed “Really, do you know why?”
And we’d gone on a while, her in pink-edged jogging clothes and dangling earphones,
On her way out onto the empty weekend streets all to herself,
Would she wonder, as I did, back on tracks,
What would become of that bright, unscheduled moment?
Who, out of the two of us, would keep it safe?
Constant Voice 