She moved from Clapham and didn't look back.
Her life was changed in an instant.
The van was filled up and tied to the rack.
Her home that now seems so distant.
Kissing goodbye to her friends on the stairs.
She felt a loss deep within her.
Sat in the front seat with stuff everywhere.
The neighbors said they would bring her.
They moved to the seafront and loved their
new view of tides coming in on the shingle.
She and her daughter found new things to do.
At last it was good to be single.
And in the summer the place came alive.
Lights on the pier in the evening.
The fresh sea air you could cup with a knife.
It was such a wonderful feeling.
She walked in a park where bands would appear.
On a tiny stage in the corner.
She watched
them load in with tattered old gear.
The place would get like a sauna.
London had gone,
now
a new life was strong.
She found herself a newcomer.
She fell for a man who played in a
band and took her life from his drama.
She moved from Clapham and didn't look back.
The past was neatly extinguished.
He was much younger
but she lived with that.
He struggled hard with his English.
She felt his loving and proudly reclaimed.
All of the warmth she'd been lacking.
They lay in bed looking out at the rain.
No more moving or packing.
She moved from Clapham and didn't look back.
Her life was changed in an instant.