Yearning for the summer I had last year
yearning for a person who I know is not a good man, not anymore
memories of him float around my brain like decaying leaves on the water of leith
blurred and distorted
no longer an entity I can claim to know
Searching for ghosts among the living
the old routes I used to take
memerly a memory etched in my brain
you rolled your eyes at my nostalgia
associating streets with memories and twisted words you said
imagining a world with me that was purely imaginary
all my doubts were confimed with your cruel and careless words
the streets we walked are just streets now