I remember the walks we took,
Smoking cigarettes and cursing the modern day.
I remember the Canary sands,
And how we fell into each other,
Our bodies still warm from the Sun.
I remember how your body tensed,
Each time you were caught in vulnerability.
I remember those ancient postcards you’d send:
“I miss you, I miss you, I miss you”
As the hours strained in your luxury.
I remember seeing your beauty from afar,
But curtailing my interest through circumstance.
I remember how you’d say to me
That all love was bunk,
Until you finally tasted what kindness could be.
I remember our intimacies;
Grown children planning world **********
Under the torch-lit covers.
I remember every story you ever told me,
And how all of your words have birthed mine.
I remember how the train took us away.
You stretched out on your empty bedsheets,
Whilst I tarried in the past.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
I remember the walks we took,
Smoking cigarettes and cursing the modern day.
I remember the Canary sands,
And how we fell into each other,
Our bodies still warm from the Sun.
I remember how your body tensed,
Each time you were caught in vulnerability.
I remember those ancient postcards you’d send:
“I miss you, I miss you, I miss you”
As the hours strained in your luxury.
I remember seeing your beauty from afar,
But curtailing my interest through circumstance.
I remember how you’d say to me
That all love was bunk,
Until you finally tasted what kindness could be.
I remember our intimacies;
Grown children planning world **********
Under the torch-lit covers.
I remember every story you ever told me,
And how all of your words have birthed mine.
I remember how the train took us away.
You stretched out on your empty bedsheets,
Whilst I tarried in the past.
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