This is a siren world
Grass aching green aching fresh aching hope
and fruit so ripe. and everything come true.
and those you once loved you love still
are carried in you and never
And the curved lips of the boy you thought you would never
get a chance to know and his breath on your ear and his laughter
And your hearts lost and found in one.
And the understanding how sailors out at sea drowned
London rain and wasted mistletoes
aching knees wrapped in tight denim,
letters heaping off the table
the ghost of his lips
still linger on my coffee mug.
I sigh just a little
cry just a little
die even a little more.
He still travels around me
into midnight mist and unsaid
apologies reeking underneath
I still share your love for old songs.
I listen to it while my soul
breaks into stardust.
I hope you smile even brighter
as you did yesterday.
My perfect playground.
My knees ache so bad.
And this heart is no longer fair like
it once was, and yet you still own
my periwinkle heart.
My God, we were so young then.