This is the place where you and I first loved,
where we were feeding sweetly and embracing.
Now I am here again but now I'm starved,
on Grandstand Road and north by north-west facing.
These days I lie below that tombstone there
called Tolworth Tower, so dull, blank, grey and dead,
so featureless, unholy, squat and square,
defining where I chose to make my bed.
That choice was mine for quite a decent while;
far longer than the slowest dullard needs
and I chose wrong! I missed it by a mile!
I walked away from Eden into weeds.