I can't breathe

Being kept warm on a bench by St Pauls
I'm still that pigeon right?
You were Japanese cartoons
getting lost and having to walk miles for a toilet
falling asleep under your arm on the tube
while a lady told us not to ever leave
watching films I hated to be inside your bed
finding your arms could always reach me in the science museum
to believing I was blessed as we looked down a river into streams of ducklings
and you managed to kiss me without licking my chin.
Holding your face in Hyde park
after I'd covered you in glitter
and walking down the street to where you picked blossom that I kept until now
using bird names as insults
and blow-drying your hair to make up for the face mask that turned your skin pink
you walking me to my car
and the way I slept so close to your face I could feel your breath
plannning our year
I'm propping up walls with the hope that someone exactly like you exists without all the sadness
whether I inflicted it or not
I loved you like my tongue had been cut away and you still managed to speak my mind
you've erased and I've replaced
everyone deals differently
but I can only live
in the hope that
the girl who said goodbye to you on the train platform
and managed not to cry the whole way home
found you again in a different life
met you at the door of your house and slipped straight between your arms
as london looked on
and everything had been worthwhile.