Two Summers

Summer of unknowns
The world is on lockdown
A strange time to know humans
lost in days just passing by.
What did we know about what’s to come,
and hasn’t—freedom?

Nights ablaze with subtle fears
and uncertainties. Covered up
with words; passionate, and songs
“Put your records on”, boy
You’re so unbound
I’m your prisoner in my own mind.

Distance, doubts, and deaths
Only restless sleep in my bed
without knowing if you already know
who’s here on the other side.
My healing felt hot on the line, your
understanding didn’t feel like acceptance.
My communication wavered, impulsive
with all the bubbling feelings.
Impatience, faithless, I know
I’ll be sorry my whole days until I won’t.
Forgiveness is a waiting room, soon
outside I’ll get my turn.

Another summer’s just over
These words I cried, slept, turned over
and over with inside my head.
In my dreams you could almost taste
my heartbeat. What do you know
about this you granted me—oblivion?

Tonight I recovered the playlist
I deleted for the fifth time now
The city is still on lockdown
Humans feel only strange, how
we grasp for temporary peace;
What are we still living for?

I don’t care if you haven’t figured out
I only care that you or I don’t run
anymore. In a universe parallel to ours,
we talked about it and I trusted enough
to believe you, I wouldn’t be sorry, scared
that I am almost about to forget everything.