16/07/2018
Here’s how it happened
In a train station in Okayama
In the pouring rain
I told her I loved her
And she didn’t say anything
Just started kissing my face
My lips, my forehead, my eyes
That morning I had cried
For the first time in adult life
With a scotch hangover
And a feeling that all was lost
But those kisses gave me hope
Later back home I told her
“I meant what I said”
“You missed the boat” she replied
I asked if she loved him
She said that she did
As my world crumbled and loneliness
Became the norm
I always thought
We’d end up together
All that remained was a burning inside
And a dream that had died
Time passes and old wounds heal
But I see her often in my dreams
And in the dream I’m crying
A the last champion of my sanity
Falls through my grasp
The most beautiful morning of life was that morning in Okayama, something about the scotch in my system, the company of a truly amazing girl and the University Fair for the Uni she was studying at hit my soul just right. I dreamed about her for a solid 10 years, always heartbreaking and only really got over her whilst locked up. In all probability I’ll never see her again. Such is life.
