Observatory Street, Oxford - 5

I’m tired now of Observatory Street, Its narrowness and coloured houses Filled to the eaves with ghosts, Each a voice urging me to leave With yours much the loudest. I sat here many years, though few have seen me. Some have wondered, as they sat beside me. I told you that night I would wait, and I have. I miss you so much. I still wait, here in our place on Observatory Street. My love, the years have gone since the day you left, I waited my your bedside. Until your last moment, you said we would wait for me in our special place on Observatory Street. Tonight I will go back to our home to die, and finally we will see each other again, on Observatory Street.