my summer is dying
with my phone in your pocket
and our last few days spent
picking at each other's lunches
(it's unsaid but said in everything)
and fingers on shoulder blades
in passing.
and maybe i'll catch you come Christmas time
find our moment in the limelight
when you give me that ride on your motorbike
(which you hadn't forgotten)
and give me that grin that you have.
(19/09/2017)
YOU ARE READING
THE OCEAN
Poezie'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
