it started on a summer’s day
when the sun did not console me
a boy with only longing
for some soulful girl to hold him
I picked a pen
and wrote down my emotion
describing all the stations
they never put in brochures
for when you’re young
they sell you dreams
when you’re old
they sell you pension schemes
I digress – the point
those stations keep on rolling
and I keep writing down
longing though she’s broken
through the man to the child
who grew up far too soon
longing now for bigger things
re-capture our lost Junes
on bigger things I don’t know
there’s more than houses cars
there’s more than fucking Netflix
there’s more than boys in bars
but somehow I believe
in a dawn for more than two
but you can ask the lonely
just what would they do
to be me and have my life
with all its raging questions
where her river runs right through it
sparking my potential
soon I realise a dream
and you can read the brochure
in hope that one or many
may not have to go through
the pain I’ve documented
the coldness in the summers
and should one be already there
maybe take some comfort
in knowing I kept going
in knowing I kept marching
so you can keep on going
you can keep on marching
when the cold wind’s blowing
keep the child inside you
it wasn’t meant to be like this
but don’t let that deny you