an almost accidental gathering of poets
 
   
 
 
Alan Brownjohn
 
In this City
In this city, perhaps a street.
In this street, perhaps a house.
In this house, perhaps a room
And in this room a woman sitting,
Sitting in the darkness, sitting and crying
For someone who has just gone through the door
And who has just switched off the light
Forgetting she was there.
   
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