The sunshine fades eventually
I tire of noting how far I can see
Dismiss my pale skin turning light brown
None of it matters when you’re not around
There’s houses here painted the colour of sand
I’d burn them all down for the touch of your hand
I’d pick every orange from every tree
I’d smash every window, I’d shit in the sea
If it meant for one minute you’d be here with me
And I wouldn’t be sorry, I’d say “Screw you all”
“I’ve got a man who is handsome and tall”
“And he’s here tonight…!”
And I’d spin right around
And feel myself plummeting back to the ground
For you are not here, it’s warm but I’m colder
Someone’d give me a tap on the shoulder
They’d ask
Why I had just done a poo
In the Mediterranean
What was I trying to prove?
That I’m having a moment, as I’m sat with a beer
What to write on this postcard other than
Wish you were here
©️ Lauren Johnston