A Registry Office, it could have been anywhere,
but it happened to be there
at that appointed time with you,
a sluggish hour, in which
you confessed soon afterwards
on the train to Waterloo
and the promise of
cinema on that cold December night,
that you secretly had never loved me,
that up until the last minute
you had no intention of turning up
to our intended date and solemn vows.
You seemed surprised when years later,
finally as I cracked under the pressure