I guess we’ll never grow up
if we sit in our separate offices
for 20 years sharing music
that taught us to grieve alone.
I remember the first pair of jeans
you told me to buy. My legs
never looked longer and my arse
never tighter. I will never know
the things we said but they still exist
in the ears of teenagers who knew
nothing and absolutely everything.
I can see them now, dancing
in West Swindon until the moon
had the confidence to put a full stop
on our movie reviews and ability
to keep each other safe in the knowledge
we know what we’re doing.

Carl Burkitt 2024

Written while listening too ‘Beautiful Strangers’ by Kevin Morby.