This summer

This summer of memories.

Behind my eyes I see them all,

and marvel at the complexities of this

heart that beats within.

All the colours,

so many ~

all of them  in pastel shades.

Are all memories

the colour of sugared almonds?

Oh and the nostalgia.

For everything that was.

For cold seas and seagulls crying overhead.

Lobster pots at our feet and staring out at a horizion

we thought would never end.

Driving home looking at the cottages

with pretty laced windows and sailing boats,

perched,

not sailing anywhere.

Stuck in an oceanless window forever.

This harmony.

Of memories and seas and you.