2 March 2012

None of this will turn out well.
At Tumbridge Wells
I'll cry of love and loss
and dream of a trip to Greece.
Where I'll lose myself in antiquity
and try to leave you in the past.
A relic.
Of love lost.
Le Temps Perdu.
And I don't drink coffee and go to coffee shops.

-from the desk of S.C. Browne