Love-longing

When I sleep
you call out to me
from the deepest corners
of my dreams.
Persistent now
like a loving cat
you clawed your way
into my life.
Stanyan street
(our beginning)
more heartfelt
after many hours together.
And yet the clouds
mockingly smile at me,
they feel no dismay
of love-longing.
Because I sit here alone,
and my fingers
holding a cigarette
may skew with time,
but it is with time
that you'll show at my door
once again.
(I hope)