Idyllis
Thinking of nights watching films in your garage.
Sitting under the climbing frame in the park, getting drunk
In your garden (at least, you lot got
Drunk, that was never my thing),
Watching the sun set over the hills from the road.
Thinking of nights we spent in the town,
Bowling and darts, taking sips of each other's cocktails,
Then photoshoots in the car park. It may
have been seedy and dark,
But it was fun.
Thinking of evenings spent squashed on your sofa.
At least seven people crammed into three seats -
Our legs all went dead by the end of the night,
But to be there with you it was worth it.
Thinking of afternoons skating with you,
Down by the Res, in the new estate, and sometimes
Sneaking into the playpark when there were
No kids about.
Thinking of memories, some more lost than others,
And wishing we could stay that way forever.
People grow up and move on, it was always inevitable,
But it hurts, sometimes, when I think about how
We were so happy, so young, and now
It's all gone. We're like strangers.
