THAT LAST TIME IN BRIGHTON.

A LAST VISIT TO BRIGHTON IN 1980 AND THE REALIZATION THAT THE LOVE HAD GONE.

That last time in Brighton
Back in 1980 was a dead

Lost. The old haunts seemed
Changed, the restaurants

Closed or changed hands,
The seafront less friendly,

Less romantic, the glamour
Gone, all high dreams spent.

Pity really we ever went.
But we did, you at least,

Trying to bring it back to life
That old love, that closeness,

That cold-night rush-to-coast
By train romance, that last

Time just memory, being put
To rest, I guess. Even that crap

Hotel had closed down where
We made love on those dirty

Weekends, where one midday,
We unconcerned about that

Office block across the way,
With office workers, maybe

Spying, as we had sex that day.
Yes, the last time in Brighton

Was a lost cause; even the sad
Photographs we had taken there

Showed the dead love in faces
And eyes. The clicking camera,
Someone once said, never lies.

Reviews

[Penlady]

Marvelous as usual...I love.."living," with your characters...so glad I could comment on Café!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you for reading & your comments.