Some years are longer than others – impactful
Consuming the last hours of the afternoon
I try to piece back the shapes I once knew
And now miss
The clusters you and I used to be part of
And now split
Clawing deep in my pitch-black thoughts
The hare-bells are blooming,
It’s summer already
I’ve been counting the days,
Drifting away like the wishes blown away on a birthday cake
Too fast, I’m afraid
For they shall be remembered
In a notebook at the bottom of the pile
I wonder how long we could have stayed here
Maybe privileged to watch three sunrises before they’d found us
Pretty gallery of smudged memories
That the moon, wet with dew, wash away
What are you gonna wish for –
When you’ll see the hare-bells blooming
It’s been a long time – still
And I quite believe you keep on walking close to me
Our roads are just not ready to cross again – yet
Maëlle Leggiadro
