August 30, 2023
take me on a walk
hold my hand tight,
letting the warmth of your blood
heat my everlastingly frozen fingers.
we’ll walk up a quiet mountain
on the cold morning
of a hot day.
we’ll step on white crunchy grass,
watching tiny clouds escape my mouth
as you make me laugh.
we’ll go up to where we can see the sea,
taking in the iodised air,
and staring at the blue vastness in front of us.
we’ll imagine islands far far away
where someone is making a home,
or having a baby,
or just giggling with the birds.
we’ll dream away our life together,
like nothing is happening below that hill,
like life isn’t calling upon us,
like work isn’t a thing.
the sun will rise,
but we won’t walk back just yet.
we’ll sit on the yellowed grass
being slowly warmed by the sun.
you’ll have brought a blanket -
maybe the fuzzy pink one
you thrifted last week end.
and i’ll sit between your legs,
and you’ll lean back on a rock,
and we’ll watch the world wake up together.
can we linger in this haze forever?
and when you’re gone -
because you found someone more interesting,
because i was hard to love,
because it simply wasn’t meant to be -
and i’m walking outside,
and my breath becomes fog,
i’ll go back to that moment.
because on that hill,
on the cold morning of that warm day,
it’ll always be
just us two.
hold my hand tight,
letting the warmth of your blood
heat my everlastingly frozen fingers.
we’ll walk up a quiet mountain
on the cold morning
of a hot day.
we’ll step on white crunchy grass,
watching tiny clouds escape my mouth
as you make me laugh.
we’ll go up to where we can see the sea,
taking in the iodised air,
and staring at the blue vastness in front of us.
we’ll imagine islands far far away
where someone is making a home,
or having a baby,
or just giggling with the birds.
we’ll dream away our life together,
like nothing is happening below that hill,
like life isn’t calling upon us,
like work isn’t a thing.
the sun will rise,
but we won’t walk back just yet.
we’ll sit on the yellowed grass
being slowly warmed by the sun.
you’ll have brought a blanket -
maybe the fuzzy pink one
you thrifted last week end.
and i’ll sit between your legs,
and you’ll lean back on a rock,
and we’ll watch the world wake up together.
can we linger in this haze forever?
and when you’re gone -
because you found someone more interesting,
because i was hard to love,
because it simply wasn’t meant to be -
and i’m walking outside,
and my breath becomes fog,
i’ll go back to that moment.
because on that hill,
on the cold morning of that warm day,
it’ll always be
just us two.