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What if I told you I could only sleep on the road and in hotel beds, and when I dreamed, I dreamed of coming home to the girl from the summer. I only remember bits and pieces of June. Alcohol has been a good friend lately. Let my recall the events that stick in my mind. Staying up until sunrise, and even later. I remember the sunset at the lake, singing on the beach at 2AM I remember pulling her into the pool fully clothed. She had me dancing in the streets of downtown Toronto,with the two blonde girls. I spun them in circles and kissed a stranger. I think her name was Veronica. I remember the harbourfront with her in my lap, stumbling back to the train station. Jack and coke. I remember cologne and cigarette smoke and that song in the back of the van. She kept kissing me and people kept watching. I didn't care and neither did she, we were becoming something beautiful. I didn't know what to make of that but I was figuring it out. When there was no calming her, that's when I knew I was I loved her. She was a storm. She came in fast, but left even faster. At least we started out as something beautiful. I will go back to the lake and I will forget her. Recalling these memories is not painful, it should be.
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC
PART THREE- THE GIRL FROM THE SUMMER
What if I told you I could only sleep on the road and in hotel beds, and when I dreamed, I dreamed of coming home to the girl from the summer. I only remember bits and pieces of June. Alcohol has been a good friend lately. Let my recall the events that stick in my mind. Staying up until sunrise, and even later. I remember the sunset at the lake, singing on the beach at 2AM I remember pulling her into the pool fully clothed. She had me dancing in the streets of downtown Toronto,with the two blonde girls. I spun them in circles and kissed a stranger. I think her name was Veronica. I remember the harbourfront with her in my lap, stumbling back to the train station. Jack and coke. I remember cologne and cigarette smoke and that song in the back of the van. She kept kissing me and people kept watching. I didn't care and neither did she, we were becoming something beautiful. I didn't know what to make of that but I was figuring it out. When there was no calming her, that's when I knew I was I loved her. She was a storm. She came in fast, but left even faster. At least we started out as something beautiful. I will go back to the lake and I will forget her. Recalling these memories is not painful, it should be.
June 2016
jenna-g
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC
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