Envy

As I walked to the shops, to buy this and that. Nothing special, nothing new. I passed a couple. Smiling, laughing, walking close. He carried a record in a HMV bag. And for a moment I was a teenager again.  I longed to listen to the music. To hear it for the first time. Those songs that seemed so important. Those words. That beat. That made me smile, made me hurt. That run through me, run with me still.

Cuttings

Outside, they mow the lawn
the scents fills me, and I breathe in
yesterday’s summers

Time. Pauses.

Lying here now, the
dark around me, the radio on
I could be there
the same, all those years ago.