Back in June


I won’t pick up your calls

Kiss your mouth

Think of you next to me

Constantly. Like I used to. Back in June

Sky was blue

Cold at nights

When you gave me your jacket

Your dad’s leather one

And we sat

By the lake

Where trees and people were sinking


You asked what was I thinking of

I invented some ravings

Lit your cigarette

You look cool with it in your hands

And we both look like in a movie scene

But do you know how such movies usually end

  • Author: Anny (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2022 13:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Back with a new poem, luv, Anny
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