Our initials carved upon a tree in our old high-school grounds
Lyrics in specific songs that feel they were written just for us
The glimpse of an unoccupied backseat within a Stagecoach bus
Ticket stubs and glossy programmes from all our favourite bands
The way my palm feels empty now without you holding, firm, my hand
Acoustic guitars, in general, especially when one is on my knee
Stars now shine down lonesomely; not as they did when we were young, naive and free
Certain dates and a star sign, to me, are now only synonymous with you
Fading mind screenshots and photographs; albeit there are too few
A hot-chocolate moustache, without you, has never been the same
My tainted, quirky sense of humour; others think me, I'm sure, insane
Red-stripe and Marlborough, reminiscent of so many wild, wayward nights
Lava lamps and stick-on fluorescent stars that are sensitive to light
What's my biggest fear, you ask; well that's so hard for me to say
I guess it's the thought of being forgotten by you... a little bit more and more each day!
© Debbie Razey 2015