Heart

The clouds clear above our little quiet streets.
There’s songs in the bricks,
Stories in the air,
In the cracked pavement,
The number 11 bus.

In the silence, the air holds you differently,
it holds you close, but not too close,
lets you be you.

As I look into your summer eyes,
alive with sunshine and laughter and love,
the sweetest,
toughest love,
yours and mine together.

Front step vape.
I love this song; sing it with me.
Let it run on.
Holding hands.

Kiss me quick, kiss me slow.
Life won’t wait, and then it’s time to go:
to work,
to chores,
responsibilities.

But tomorrow we’ll be back,
you and me.

Maybe a disposable BBQ by the front step,
a couple of songs we haven’t found yet,
and the world rolls by,
fast and slow.

I’ll close my eyes and let it go.

I’ll close my eyes and let it go.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon