I can’t believe I’ve stuck to this challenge for 2 months now, that I’m almost half way through already. This poem is based on a memory which is more a feeling than an image. I can’t really remember any of the details apart from PB + J toast and good friends: a nice feeling to remember this week when life has felt a bit rubbish to say the least. Happy weekend xx
I can’t remember where we were going,
Or why we were at our place,
But I made everyone my signature toast
Jam peanut butter salt chia
The taste lingered in my mouth in the uber
Where we went I don’t know
But I remember feeling so happy
The people around me were good Not just interesting or funny
But good in their bones
Petit filous people
They drank their coffee how they liked it
Danced like no one was watching
Sang, smoked cigs, smiled around them,
Told me they loved me
But more importantly
Showed me they did.
It’s weird to know you’re in safe hands
Know that the ebbs and flows of closeness
Is natural and not calculated
Is love in process not in transaction.