I am too hung over for dairy
you said
our ice cream dripped and
dribbled onto the hot chrome
and the sun was blinding me
and i was listening
to the little boy telling
his Dad about rugby
and looking at your freckles
and thinking you have nice hands.

We walked back to my house
and sat on the jesus rug
under the stolen shade of
my neighbours tree
talking about nothing and
squinting at each other because
the sun was bright until
you fell asleep sprawled on my grass.

Then mum came home and
you woke up to say hello and
she asked you about work
and you told her about how
you are a little sick of the timber yard
but it's alright.

Mum went to make a
cup of tea so you
and i walked out the front
my feet were bare on
the hot concrete and
we said good bye and
i could see that twist
in your grin
and i hugged you
so i wouldn't see it anymore.

Sometimes when i dont sleep
i imagine the day
in the yard and your
hands and that grin
and where it would have lead
if i hadn't looked away.