There Were Details

She had a place in London it was near a busy roundabout I think, big apartment, there were cut peonies, asters red ones seems about right. We spent the night together big bed, lots of pillow. In the morning it was raining she lent me her umbrella I never returned it. I must have taken an underground tube, it was rush hour, I had to strap-hang a long way my arm ached all that day. I had a place somewhere, in Edgeware, or maybe Paddington. She had a name there were details. If I had stayed longer, maybe then she would now have a face to hang a name on and more specifically offer a certain direction for me to take whenever I get lost in my mind like this.