could i go back?
a photograph, a memory.
remember the summer of '18?
the beers, cheers & the heatwaves
a whole nation liberated
didn't we have fun?
against the odds;
we still lost
now we sequence, to the coming-out party i never held
darkness? I couldn't find my way out
i never found my way in
this particular summer i found a path; a person
you taught me how to be free
we don't speak anymore
you disappeared with the sun
we drowned in an ocean
together? perhaps.
but we drank that summer away
shouting "on our way" on the train
my sunburnt skin faded and what was left was our memories
again i was alone
i hid a skeleton under the bed
under the denial, dust and black sacks
it all laid bare in front of my eyes
as the frost approached along came the moon, i said goodbye
i cried that night
she once called this freedom
i once called this sadness
YOU ARE READING
summer and her freedom
Poesie"summer and her freedom" refers to some short poems that have been written over the span of a few years, through the good and bad nights, I could always confine in the screen staring back at me. I realised whilst writing I had always connected with...
