The Palace made of Crystal

That time we met there,

15 years ago,

after a few dates,

I saw you in a completely different light,

beautiful smile, smoking

Head turned, hair blowing in the wind,

I thought, ‘I think there is something here’

 

The Palace made of Memories

I liked the name of that station,

Crystal Palace, because the word ‘palace’

almost rhymes with your name

Hear ‘palace’ and you are there

 

The Palace made of Shattered Glass

15 years later,

when I caught a train home from there,

I knew that we were about to suffer the same fate

as the palace that had given the station its name,

burnt to the ground, memories in ash

In my heart, now, you are not there.