Ah! The ties of the golden age have been razed,
Removed by the sharp double edged razor of time,
The whole period swings before my invisible eyes,
The memories spring up like impatient mushrooms,
This City seems to be the darkest place
And these grimy streets hang with fear
All these rags still leave me frozen cold
And I smile, when I pretend you're here
This is about the first time my girlfriend came to visit me at college back in April...I wrote it the day she left because it was one of the greatest weekends I have had.