A little poem I wrote about a time gone by.
A MEMORY OF YOU
The sky is streaked in dirty pinks, cool blues,
As the sun dips behind the mountains,
And I think of you.
Memories of cappuccino
Skin with thick veins,
Curly, soft hair
Conversations about Body without Organs,
A former flatmate, a tipsy dinner in a revolving tower,
Buying single cigarettes at the corner shop.
I have always loved you.
I have always loved you.
But the madness and smoke and fervour and thrill,
That, you always loved more.
I'd leave your house at 3am
Driving down that small alley, scared of being mugged.
But my heart so full,
Of you.
My skin, so full of your fingers.
Promise me one thing.
Do not go to the dogs,
To secrets and dimmed lounge lights,
To the many highs’ lows.
Let us forever meet in darkened bars,
Exchange war stories
And philosopher’s takes;
Stay on my mind forever,
Like that cigarette perched on your lips.
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