London Cafe

You and me, we went on the search 

for the cafe where everyone was.

Not anyone you know - 

but someone I do;

She's not a friend

(I think it was business you see)

but you came as my guest

to the London cafe.

It was busy and rammed

and I introduced you - because I could.

We chatted like normal 

(Old friends coming together and nothing changed)

and to me the past 

mattered more than to you. 

"I don't remember those bits"

Nonchalant. 

Like it was no big deal

and so very far away.

Which of course, it is now.

I think I was relieved, but 

I wondered if you remembered 

the other bits. The bit where

I told you I loved you?

But it didn't matter. 

It was a good day.

The day I met Dad and we went to a London cafe.