15/01/2018

“So, should I call you Alex now?” he asked, in a sceptical yet intrigued frown.
“Yes p-lease” I said eagerly.
“Okay then, Alex. Take care of yourself. It won’t be easy, but it will pass. Come and see me.”

I thanked him, and we hugged.

It was a fatherly hug. One I’ll never forget.

Life is ironic.
And unexpected.
And most of the times, in a bad way.

I’m so, so, so sorry.

And it sucks.

And I’m running out of words again.

People may say that
Because my life is hard
And complicated
And kind of crazy really –

I needed someone.
To trust
To keep
To love
To give attention to

It could be anyone
And it would just be the same

But I didn’t want someone.
I didn’t want anyone –
I wanted you.

And your smile
And your brain
And your hair
And your eyes
And your thoughts
And your weird
And your smart
And your crazy
And your hands
And your eyebrows
And your accent
And your witty
And the way you say “sweater” and my heart melts
And your laugh
And your whining
And your hips
And your rants

And your heart.
And your attention.
And your love.

All
And
Everything
You.

_exhales_

a boy flies over europe
as many boys do –
clouds, and sunsets,
and mountains, and snow;
a boy flies over you.

—-

a boy flies over europe
he lands a bit below –
the sunset turns to darkness,
the mountains into woe.
it’s christmas, and the boy;
i guess he’s going home.