It was hot you would have been forgiven
For thinking it was June,
Or you were somewhere abroad
Until you caught Autumn, ruddy faced,
Peeking over the leaves on the common.
Everything smelled of sweat and melting ice cream
But we relished it, sucking in the last rays until
Our teeth glowed, sugared and golden.
I could smell London on your skin, some
sticky sweet cocktail of sun cream
And exhaust fumes.
You rolled over on the lawn [indifferent
To your new grassy coating],
And followed the sun westwards
As it carried off the sound of sirens
Rolling away into the fading year.