on this patch of grass,
you waited for me after my swim
chlorinated hair, still wet from the lido,
caramel skin
kissed by the sun
played music
discussion on culture
approached by the balloon guys
smoked lots of cigarettes
drinks spilled without a care
played frisbee
flicking bottle caps
laughter rolling us on the grass
as the sun bowed out
kisses on the nose, whispered goodbye
grief
scheduled lunchtime cries
cathartic
missing my best friend, who I will never see again
how you had been a complete rock for me throughout my darkest hours
but somehow, it sacrificed our precious love
volute
that spiral of smoke between your fingers
almost transparent, like traces of your tears
after a million times of splitting up and getting back together
we declared, ‘Notre Grand Amour est Mort!’
it’s time to turn the chapter
giving in to the current
realised that it’s probably best for both of us
to turn the page
you waited there,
watching the last bit of sun fade,
and I will always remember you,
until the sun goes down
many versions of us will survive and die across the multiverse,
knowing that you will always be part of my constellations, is enough
