Back in 1992, sometimes dreams really did come true.
I kissed you in a swimming pool.
Your lips were sweet from the Juicy Fruit.
Later as a refrain, I heard crickets singing in the rain and the Weather With You floating through fluorescent blue lights in the haze.
And nothing feels the way it did before, and I am grateful for that.
The truth is when I realised I loved you, it was like everything I had ever lost had come back.
Driving round in your car started to feel a little older, and somehow I learned to never accept the things that I didn’t deserve.
Walking past the reservoir and the place where he fell when he saw the stars, I tried to hold on tighter to you, but I felt you slip through my grasp.
And the night is warm, you turn a sprinkler on.
There’s an apricot sky over the city lights.
And I have a sense that somehow this will end, but I am going forward, never to go back again.
Last saw you in a carpark, reading Joan Didion in the dark: “It’s easy to see where things begin. It is harder to see where they end.”