Lime, olive
cedar
breath
when will
goodbye
not be tinged
with the forlorn?
It rumbles
like the rocks
and pebbles
as I left
the Lake for the
last time
this time
every footstep
a grinding
presence,
a remembrance,
no hope
of leaving
unconsciously.
We are leaving
the Timeless;
the seagull
on the
telegraph pole
sat in meditation
only moving
to stretch;
the recline
of lounging
so often denied
as books,
music, podcasts,
birdsong
and mountain view
incorporate
into rest.
Tomorrow
will be back to
trains,
timetables,
schedules
but for today
you rubbed suncream
into my back;
we drank beer;
laughed;
revelled in
and repelled the
future,
as I cried
tears I didn’t
know I had
into your shoulder.
You helped me down
the stairs,
we talked about
the moon and the
stars,
we kissed
wet kisses
in the shower
and the marble
floor
greeted our reflections
beaming
burnt
brilliant.
Wednesday 3rd August 2022