I needed to be reconciled to the city. I had left it quickly, without thinking. I had said goodbye to years of living with barely a glance over my shoulder. I wanted to be reconciled with him; to say sorry but also to remind myself it had all been real at some point in time. But things move on. I walked the streets and saw changes at every corner. One shop had closed down. I had worked there once, knew it inside out. I had tidied the shelves, and wiled away hours in it. And now it’s gone; as I had never been there. Other shops and cafes had opened up; alien to me, unknown. The city was no longer mine. As I stared at my reflection in the window of the vacant shop I saw a different face staring back at me and realised I had moved on too.