Why shouldn't I imagine that I see you
Sat out, in the corner of the Lavender Garden
In conversation, on your mobile-phone
How much hope can be destroyed
By those twin forces
Of human nature, and human nurture
Why wouldn't you, choose to sit there
In the most obviously noticeable area
Of this somewhat, considerably discreet, location
And if I could listen in, to your words that is
Would I smile, with warm interest, as I identified
Your libidinous turns of phrase
Or would I
Through clearer speech recognition
Realise how foolish I had been
To have thought of you, either as my lover
Or as you wished, my friend
For all of those intervening years
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