Summer love

When I think of us, I think of that night
you and I lay together on the couch
like ordinary, smooth skipping stones;

a stream of silence between us.

My heartbeat was a storm, wondering
if you'd pick us up, create a ripple
in our perfectly platonic pond.

Your warmth was like the summer breeze
that dried off our swim at Hampstead Heath,
a towel of grass and stealthy glances between us.

Perhaps lying in silence was our thing.

Like how I'm lying about being okay;
how the smoothness of your chest
isn't memorised by my cheek;

how it doesn't hurt that we spent new year's
separated by an hour, an ocean and denial;
how I'm not afraid of sinking if I take the leap.

I think you're the one who made me long for London again.

How Hyde Park will always be our first 10k;
how we got British and ran 10 miles in Victoria Park;
how all the greens of London were ours.

You were the sunniest of daydreams
in the city of memories, a dream I loved
too late, when my luggage was too heavy.

02/01/2020
2:32 AM

The City of Memories: https://www.poems-and-quotes.com/poems/1273713