Charing Cross

A short poem about the end of a love affair.

I was wearing a red dress the night he fell in love with me
And I
I saw only I
And now only him. And he hears only himself, and
Also the sound of my tears. I made his eyes red
The morning I fell in love with him.
I don't want to finish with a full stop.
Maybe he'll come back if I leave it at dot dot dot