Visit Me

A year has passed
Since you stole my heart;
Trapped it there
In Bexleyheath.

Twelve months or so
Of counting days,
Until I'd see
Your face again.

Yet the body's strong,
Needs not this love;
So days can pass
Without my tears.

At least, with this
I fool myself;
With ink on
Paper trickery.

Resolve does grow
To strengthen mind;
I learn to live
Without your call.

But all of this is shattered
With a single message.

"Visit me."