I remember walking down that road in the heat.
I remember I’d never call that house a home.
I remember laughing endlessly with friends and naming those stars.
Where have those days gone?
I remember you drawing faces on iced cars with your finger.
The staff room at work and arguments that drove me crazy.
Where have those days gone baby?
I remember throwing in the towel a hundred times as a singleton.
Standing up a hundred more as I became a man.
I miss being who you once thought I am.
Specifically frozen in time, an icy craft.
For I was, just leaves a draft.
Too cold for temptation.
Too hot to stop first.
An empty nuance.
The bubble has burst.
© G.P Williamson 2017