from Thursday 13th June 2018
I love hearing the clicking of plastic
on the outside of houses
as it warms up and expands
in the sun.
I heard it today
after I'd walked away from you
down a hill
towards a patch of grass I'd seen
on a map.
I thought of other English Summers
I'd experienced with the same
wonderlust and excitement in my heart.
I thought of the last time
I felt this soft, treacly way
with someone.
But with every warming house exterior
and every expanding me interior
this time it is not the same
it's different
it's new
it's you.
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