I remember holding your hand.
A man told us off because you kissed me.
On the top deck of a London bus.
Imagine that.
Before photocopiers,we copied ,by hand,
Articles from newspapers in South Africa House
About torture.
The guard never said a word.
Then you wrote an article.
If you did anything silly
And I asked you why
You said, it seemed a good idea
at the time.
Where are you?
I looked in the shed
I looked in the bed
I looked everywhere
but I can’t find you.
It’s not fun anymore.
