I can almost smell the sea salt in the air
I can imagine the screams from the Fair.
Wish I was there now, holding your hand.
Like we did years ago on Blackpool sand.
A chance meeting on that blazing hot day.
Just a friendly 'hello' that went a long way.
The lights they shone on the Golden Mile.
Summer football fans with beaming smile.
But I wasn't interested in England's game.
I just listened to why 'Nicey' was your name!
Numbers we swapped, promises we made.
To perfection a holiday romance we played.
A lovely weekend, but all too soon you flew.
Where are you now Nicey, only wish I knew.