• peachypoetry_ 10w

    The night we walked across the roof of the old, abandoned train
    A few weeks before you held me at my throat against the wall
    I told you I could speak to ghosts and you said ‘tell me more’
    So we walked seven miles in the chill, to no destination
    And we talked about everything and nothing until we fell over at the tracks.
    We laughed so hard someone shouted out their window and
    That’s how I prefer to remember you:
    Offering your arms to me as I flew across
    the vast void between us, rusted train-cars
    The night we walked across the roof of the old, abandoned train


    p.c.