when I thought I'd lost my bag in a London cafe,
I got that dropped-stomach feeling.
That familiar lurch,
which all of us know.
The panic.
Where did it go? It was just there.
It's the same feeling as when I saw you, in April,
and you told me -
I don't feel the same
I don't see the same future for us.
I've had that feeling many times before,
But never as much
as
that day
on a Barcelona beach in April.
Where did it go? It was just there.
