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