Lots of baggage and not much clothes

A postcard postscript

At the start it is all fireworks,
and a cool lemonade from a corner stand.
All the stories are new
and the funny flaws and twists of the self,
we will find them all so endearing.
Summer’s end though,
the clock turns backwards,
and the nights they grow dark.
We both know what that dim and fade looks like.
But you,
you will always have the reckless abandon,
of a school girl’s vacation.
Because you,
will remain in the post holiday ever-afterglow,
to me.

Downliner :: Jesse Malin

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