Your fallen boy

Seeing you in the library - 

Asking you out, not expecting you to say yes - 

The joyful surprise of those moments still with me -

Both of us laughing - 

Yes you said yes - 

I remember the dark weight of your hair -

How we held each other close -

You could have carried me in your arms -

Lifted me up as though I were made of air - 

On our first date, I took you to Winchester -

I wore my chalk stripe suit -

You wore a green dress and your silky skin - 

It was summer -

We walked down the long nave of the cathedral -

I showed you Jane Austen's tomb -

We drank Fleurie in a pub with latticed windows -

Driving back,  we stopped the car on the shore road -

There was a pale moon -

You unfastened your dress -

You held my head, sighing, stroking my hair -

You once sent me a postcard you'd bought in The Tate -

The Lament of Icarus -

Three nymphs lamenting over the beautiful dead boy -

I thought of you you wrote -

I would visit you in Brighton -

Come up and see me and make me smile playing on every jukebox -

Losing myself in your sighs -

Your fallen boy, carrying sorrow in his wings -

December 2025