Got a postcard from her: St. Paul's Cathedral at night. Spent a couple of days trying to read between the lines: now I don't have to read between the lines. Talking in an empty cinema, walking back through Parliament Square. St.James's Park at Christmas-time: glimpsing the lake through the evening lights. I didn't want want there to come an end to our time. I know I'm in no position to miss her, Shouldn't hold her so close when she goes; Still I wonder what she was thinking As she travelled home