You will always hold a place in the heart
of me; making me feel as if I’m home.
I can see myself with you, my new start
as I leave safety to live on my own.
What is it that draws me to you? The way
you have everything to offer me and
more; with you I can spend my entire day
doing nothing; I just don’t understand
how you make me want to come back so soon.
A dream of the future is all I have
to keep hold of between now and next June.
Until then, money is what I will save.
I would give anything to be with you,
to see you again just to be a two.
Only a Memory
I was walking in the park,
an archway of friends holding hands,
dark green fingers locked together
lined the coarse concrete,
blocking out that eternal daylight streetlamp
thousands of miles away.
Each parasol leaf doing its part
to shield me from the white white heat.
A giant stone doorway greeted me;
a toothless mouth, smiling around me.
As I walked under, another stream of the
world was passing over head.
The dark moments I spent alone in this space
refreshed my exhausted frame.
On the other side
the burn of day had returned.
The grass had changed;
Baked into something new,
transformed by feverous warmth.
A solid scent filled the park, and
filled me. Now only a memory.
The bed was floral patterned
alight with the summer’s sun,
shining back up in prayer.
You were there, centre to
my current world. Stationary and
cool in the blistering heat.
That stone heart of yours will never melt.
You stood there, grounded
on the pedestal I put you on.
You stood proud. Still.
