Last of Summer

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Our first swim was the last swim of summer.
You said I needed boys that
Smelt like the sea;
Now that they are gone
And you are right
Memories lurk down by the wooden boats.
Things I didn't know about;
I hate not knowing everything.
It is a reminder that the world exists without me,
That I am not a part of everything.

If only I had known then
You can only romanticise something when it's gone,
Like some kind of consolation prize for your loss.
I will shut my eyes, open my legs
And view the world as I see it.
I find myself wishing there was only one place
I had ever known you
So I could destroy it.
There are too many places that have part of me.
We drove back the following night and you said
We had won
And I knew by you saying it that we hadn't.
Kate Vinen

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