…and just like that
it all made sense
the everyday pettiness rolled out with the tide
leaving a calm and obvious answer
a lifted weight
a second bottle of red half-way gone
dancing, laughing, spirits soaring on the backs of gulls
the whimsical flash-pan love of holiday romanticism skipped from star to star like glistening steppingstones
new lips rose forgotten goosebumps
soft hands revitalised waning faces
a desire to keep on going
to never sleep again
drove on by the fear
that come morning, we wouldn’t remember a thing.
Rambling Rambles 