There’s a dull ache, in my stomach,
and it pushes me down, covers
my skin and it’s scars,
and I can’t stop flirting with the pain.

I’m asking it to reveal itself,
show me what it has, if it dares,
but I can’t help but wonder,
how you’d feel in the palm of my hand -

I wake to that sense of familiarity,
of the outline of your face, and the jaw
that locks itself in my brain,
the dark, murky waters of my chest.

Let’s move from our bed, the one that
used to be mine - now it’s shared
with you and your demons
as their legs lock, intertwined.

Show me more, and more,
ignore the way my heart screams silently.
I can feel the roughness of your cheek
in my dream, but that’ll be all.

I wonder if
every morning, you sigh when you wake.

If you force a smile when you look in the
mirror, and pour out your emotions with the milk.

I wonder if
you think about me when you walk

like a ghost through corridors, floating
behind the eyes of everyone else,

thinking you’re unseen. I wonder if
you scream in your head, begging to be heard,

or if you’re used to being a sheet of paper,
once white but drawn over by the people you love.

I wonder if
there’s colour in your life. If the reason you lie
behind closed eyes is just because you’re scared.

I wonder if you sleep dreaming about a better life,
only to be awoken again in a bleak nightmare
you can’t escape.

I hope -

Walking hand in hand on the beach
Our footprints in the sand
The cool summer wind that breathes
It’s life across the land.

I see the summer memories
That float by in my eyes
I feel the taste of happiness blow
As I stare up at the skies

Summer has held many great things.
Parties, silly fun.
But one thing I won’t forget
Is our time in the sun.

I feel warm when I’m next
To you. Walking side by side.
On this beach as we relive the times
Where we all laughed and cried.

It’s summer that gave us this
I'll remember that when you go
I’ll hold your hand and keep you close
But you’ll leave one day, I know.

So I reach the end of the strip
The water lapping at our feet
The summer thoughts that now fly by
Oh, they’re good but bittersweet.

The summer has now reached an end
But I need you by my side.
Too late, you’re gone.
Walked back into the tide.