I miss London
I miss the morning view
The narrow roads
The hotel room
And keeping to myself.

I miss the dismal breakfasts
The obstructed horizon
With cloudy sheen
And thinning smog
Born from 100 years of coal.

I miss the lack of memory of accents
The same language
The different buildings
A history, and everyone's a native.

Extravagant lobbies
Derelict alleys
Makes no difference, from wallpaper to brick.

I miss the dreary weather
Why do the Brits complain?
I'd gladly give up sun
In return for constant rain.

Oh! How I miss London!
It has been far too long…
I hope you haven't changed!