Neville

Thinking Backwards

Thinking Backwards

 

If I die now

At least you will

Have read me

And that feels good

As good as when we

Showered

In the forest

With only a bucket

And sun warm rain

Between us

 

But weren’t those

The days

Laying leafy and curled

Mid canopy filtered

Solar rays

And shyness behind us

The kind of days

Poets crave and

Films are made of

 

Too golden for eyes

And just a splash of green

Both here and there

To finger and caress

I used to smoke back then

Remember

But crave you now

More than I ever did

Those Marlboro’s

 

Funny isn’t it

I often think about

Our little echoes

And where all those

Smoke rings went

And do you ever wonder

What happened to our laughter

I know I very often do ……