#18 An ode to summer
about last summer and the summer to come
What makes a life worth living
When hands finally reach for your arms and your chests touch, for a moment
The sound of a laugh, almost unbelievable, you haven’t heard it in years
It rings differently in your ears, when it’s not coming from your cellphone, and I —
Don’t think anything makes you feel alive like knowing that you are loved —
To be wanted
The first step into a cool room to escape the Summer heat beating down the nape of your neck,
Seeing yourself in every painting
Sculptures of innocence and life loved and lost
The feeling is always the same, a return to the trascendental, we are all the same
My body and your body your body and mine walking down the pavement, it’s almost twinkling
Don’t think anything makes you feel alive like knowing that you are here —
There are so many hands waiting to touch you, so many arms waiting to reach you,
Someone at the other end of the line hoping you will get home alright
Don’t think anything makes you feel alive like arriving home to your favourite cranberry juice —
Waiting in the fridge, it’s been years —
What makes a life worth keeping, safe in your chest, held between your fingertips —
Don’t think anything makes you feel alive like a memory of you, told by someone you love —
Don’t think anything makes you feel alive like touch, laugh,
a crowded metro




I love you Clement