In your shadow I sit thinking of times long past.
Thinking of sparkling Catherine wheels, on a guy Fawkes night long ago.
Thinking about true love in hot sands, under our feet between our toes, blistering summer days.
That's how it goes.
Warm water trivially trickling beside us as we played.
Thinking about the time on the hill.
When we sled down on a rickety sledge, when you fell off landed straight in the hedge.
Thinking about cold chill when you left.
Felt bereft, neglected, dejected, rejected.
What more can I say, except the fact that in my mind you never lived anyway!
(c)LIVVI 2013
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
In your shadow I sit thinking of times long past.
Thinking of sparkling Catherine wheels, on a guy Fawkes night long ago.
Thinking about true love in hot sands, under our feet between our toes, blistering summer days.
That's how it goes.
Warm water trivially trickling beside us as we played.
Thinking about the time on the hill.
When we sled down on a rickety sledge, when you fell off landed straight in the hedge.
Thinking about cold chill when you left.
Felt bereft, neglected, dejected, rejected.
What more can I say, except the fact that in my mind you never lived anyway!
(c)LIVVI 2013
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