this humdrum summer.
i knew you as someone
who was never anywhere for too long,
sorta bohème so to speak.
so maybe now you are back in montréal.
how naive to believe space & time will grant you mercy.
i envy you for that arrogance.
the here and now sits on my memories like dust.
would it have changed anything –
never mind.
days in parks & forests & meadows. the honey bees were busy then.
we roamed through every supermarket like it was a ******* carnival.
and love,
it was the joy being each others witness.
this fever dream that is the mundane now.
if there was a way to look at you,
beyond a lens of reminiscence,
beyond the script of hurt.
this humdrum summer.
they say TIME HEALS EVERYTHING and i smile.
i don't feel the warmth of the sun anymore
but how could i forget that it touched me.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
this humdrum summer.
i knew you as someone
who was never anywhere for too long,
sorta bohème so to speak.
so maybe now you are back in montréal.
how naive to believe space & time will grant you mercy.
i envy you for that arrogance.
the here and now sits on my memories like dust.
would it have changed anything –
never mind.
days in parks & forests & meadows. the honey bees were busy then.
we roamed through every supermarket like it was a ******* carnival.
and love,
it was the joy being each others witness.
this fever dream that is the mundane now.
if there was a way to look at you,
beyond a lens of reminiscence,
beyond the script of hurt.
this humdrum summer.
they say TIME HEALS EVERYTHING and i smile.
i don't feel the warmth of the sun anymore
but how could i forget that it touched me.
obviously i remember.
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