london like a drug

[canuckwannabe]

this loneliness is different
because you are asleep in the other room
quiet, and still
and yet here I sit,
afraid, lost and a little forgotten

I am in love with the darkness and street lights
punctured and dim
but not these toronto streets empty so early,
too safe and too pale in comparison to islington at 3am

nor this little neighbourhood, so plush and polished
and these tiny feelings that don't belong to me

I crave london like a drug and remember halloween
dressed in parties, laughter, late night tube kisses,
falling out of her arms and into his...

looking back
I couldn't even make up my mind then