Then the Mourning Comes

And I'm reminded of last night, when we went to Brighton beach
was it only yesterday? You were young. 18 I think?
I remember what you wore. Your infectious smile.
You and me. Laughing. Happy.

Melted hearts. Holding hands. A winters night
returning home in the back -
protected by our body’s warmth. The possibilities.
What we were.

Time -
fleeting-fast.
Then the mourning comes…
…and I'm reminded of last night

when we went to Brighton beach.

You were young.

18

I think?

Was it only yesterday?

image; internet. Blue ford Cortina MK2 - ‘then the mourning comes’