Why would he come back through the park? You thought that you saw him, but no you did not. It's not him coming across the sea to surprise you and not him who would know where in London to find you. Sadness so real that it populates the city and leaves you homeless again. Steam from a cup and snow on the path, the seasons have changed from the present to past. Who can be sure of anything through the distance that keeps you from knowing truth? Why would you think, the boy could become the man, who could make you sure he was the one?
