The Holiday

He was my holiday

Set in the summer sun

When I didn’t think

Of myself, what I’m not

What I should be

And cannot

 

He was the sunshine

I bathed in

The sparkle of green

Glittering, sun through the trees

He was fresh, cold water

I jumped into every morning

 

He was a distraction

From myself, but

He was not forever

Just a thin veil, drawn

Across the reality

Of the person I need to be

 

Time to wake

From my rest, under the sun

I don’t think he’ll miss me

He was always looking

At the sunset

While I swam in the sea

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