Written by Lost in a Dream (Liad)
The cold wine cleanses–
And I really feel your absence.
Out of the patio door I spy:
Coloured hanging lanterns against
A lavender sky.
I know the door is locked.
I fall ten years back
back into your garden.
It’s a green blur from here and a kitchen table through a window.
Pale wood, solid. Definitely circle.
A chain of coloured lanterns holds me focused as
I try to recall your face.
I try to summon memories time locked away.
All I get is fish and chips and an aubergine cardigan.
The sun is setting, falling behind the firs.
I run to the kitchen door
Desperate to find you.
The door is locked.