It’s Not You, London: It’s Me

Saying ‘goodbye’ to London.


It’s not you, London. It’s me.

Six years ago, I dissolved in you so easily

And now I need to be free

It’s not easy to go

But I’ve had enough pret lunches

And vanilla chai with my brunches

More soya lattes than you know

Got salted caramel in my veins

My lycra’s full of homemade hummus stains

Got rising rent wrapped around me like chains

But my bank is the bank of dreams,

And the balance is low.

I need change.

My Google maps is out of signal


I’m tapping in and seeing red

I’m on the 29 with eyes like lead

I’m longing for bed

And propping up a drunken stranger instead.

London, the decision’s mine.

I’ll be sure to swing by

When I want a good time.

And don’t give me that look!

You’ve had your lights

On every page of my book.

I’ve been to stations in all of your zones

I’ve ridden on tube trains with rush-hour drones,

Thinking how can I be so surrounded

And feel so alone?

There’s no blame here, London.

I’m glad I came here

But tick tock.

Big Ben couldn’t find the time

To take stock.

I need sand and rocks

I need thicker socks

I need snow.

And sun

And silence.

I need walks on my own.

If not neighbours I like, at least neighbours I know!

And I do love my racing bike

But they lower your eyes, these dropped handlebars

I’ve reached the peak of my skills in weaving through cars

Wanna freewheel down a ravine

Wanna find a home in every shade of green

Wanna breathe my insides clean

And I’m afraid, London

How can we part?

I created a haven inside of your heart

I dismantled myself and began at the start.

I’ve paid my fees

I’m in the back lounge with the VIPs

I stuck around

I built communities

I tried and failed to write them down

All the people I’ve been

All the spaces of which I could never have dreamed

All the traces of thought that I’ve chased through the Heath

How your street lamps have gleamed! How much like old friends these pub signs have seemed!

And if time could freeze

I’d count all the faces who saw so much before me

Baring their souls; flying past in the breeze

Like shards of a mirror,

Or falling leaves

London! How proudly did we dance?

You have to agree

I gave you a chance

Six years of adventures

A lengthy romance

And honestly, I’ve always been a guest;

I’ve been imposing

So here is your warning

It’s not a test

I’ll be off in the morning

Take care

All the best





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