Thursday, 19 April 2012

The End (Day 19)

Looking back what you were thinking
When we climbed into your nana’s attic
And you kicked the ladder out
From underneath our feet.

Looking back you said
That was the point
And we should have
Somewhere more private.

Somewhere where the dust
Felt more than a apologsy
For being forgotten in time.

Somewhere where the fragmented sun
Would feel like it
Was permanently blinking.

Somewhere interesting
Where we could dribble coke
Over the top of the world,

Crunch biscuits
Into its spine

And sugar plum cakes
At it’s heart

As we celebrated the end
Of our childhood.   

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