The Christmas chill caresses me
as I steer through market stalls
coffee in hand
my mind on you

The crowds crush by me
couples kiss at the corner
comrades chatter
memories whisk by me like falling snowflakes

 And I contemplate
that Christmas in Kennington
the pink tree; you laughed
so much when I bought it

 The fairy lights which flickered
as we sat beside it,
drinking wine, smoking, laughing
with Bob Dylan

 Tears come to my eyes
it must be the cold
making them water
as I walk alone

 Like a complete unknown
Tell me how does it feel to be on your own?
With no direction home.

 I steer through market stalls
coffee in hand
Christmas chill caressing me.
Camden � my favourite place.

 Where you
asked her
   to marry you