Tuesday, 29 March 2016


When the song plays and your face is all I see,
Taken out of context, stolen from the photo I took in the river, summer-warm,
Frozen smiles, secrets of youth, sunlit,
Taken before we spent timeless days dancing the dance of misheard lyrics and stubbed toes
I wonder where it is now
That other life, that other me?

When he sings along to the song,
His voice hides a smile, the words tickle him,
When the song plays, and he sings,
I can smile again.
I wonder at that dance,
That old life, that old me.

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