3am

#6 adventures

today, i thought of our adventures;

and the people we used to be,

i thought of campfires in the darkened woods,

and the places we used to see,

i thought of swimming to the edge of that deep lake,

and diving, fearless, into the black,

i thought of kicking, surfacing, gasping for air,

and racing all the way back,

i thought of the tiny cove we found,

lined with beach huts, paint peeled and old,

i thought of the salty taste of your lips

and the seawater, clear but cold

i thought of cuddling, wrapped in blankets,

in the back of your dad’s old car,

singing along, to each 90’s song,

and tracing each planet and star

i thought of the drum of your heartbeat,

and the thundering sound of my own,

as we tightened clammy grips, and jumped off of cliffs,

into white crashing waves below,

i thought of how we were daring,

bold, unflinching, (or maybe just senseless),

i thought of how when i was with you,

each adventure was carefree and reckless

now, those moments are memories,

but i still visit them, sometimes, alone,

i skim pebbles across the deep black lake, 

and stop by the beach huts on the way home

i still climb the hill to the cliff top,

dangle my feet, from way up high,

i still lay in the long grass, watch the aeroplanes pass,

they leave silvery streaks in the sky

i wish each time i remembered you,

your touch wouldn’t fade with each breath,

but now sitting here i realise,

fleeting moments are all i have left