Tripping Poem by Shawn Greyling

I remember sitting with you at a cafe in Camden Town,
Laughing at me crying 'cos of a bleeding nose.
Those were the days,
I felt you holding my hand so tightly tight
inside your heart but still keeping
that friend of a friend smile.

We drank Snake Bites and hung out
drunk in the streets with Londons socialites;
how I wished that I could have someone like you:
A girl who's into drinkin', laughin' an' tattoos.

We're a million miles away
from deepest not-so-darkest Africa,
stuck in Europe with smiles that block out the sun.
We ran around, around and around,
got lost on the underground and laughed and pretended
as if the Third World never existed,
as if we didn't know where we came from
and did not have a clue where we were going.

But I will never forget the best times
spent with you in Heavened Hell 6th avenue