We Walked On

And so we ran into each other at the corner,
Where the lake cuts across the path,
Where I once saw my daughter,
And the grass gave way to the underpass,
Where broken mirrors cracked underfoot,
And pushchairs and syringes
Lay abandoned in the rain,
And on the other side,
The parasols lay faded,
Where the sunshine long-since left,
And the fairground rides
rusted in the rain,
And the fairground owners
longed for the kind of days,
That had long-since gone.
And I remember those days,
And those hook-a-duck games,
Where she once had a father,
When these fields were dreams
filled with fortune tellers
reflected in me,
And the newborns in pushcairs
Being pushed in the sunshine,
the other side of the underpass
Where we ran into each other at the corner,
All these years on since you had gone,
Twenty and counting,
Walking with your daughter,
And where you looked at me,
As she looked away,
And all I could see with clarity,
Was that your hair had changed.
and something seemed familiar,
But nothing seemed the same.
And I'd have cared for nothing
but for you to know
I loved you then, I love you now.
But we walked on.