Keep Away

There’s a time and a place
To recall my mistakes
And this isn’t it
But I wanted to say
That I miss you each
And every day
The way your hand used to sit
Inside of my own
As we shared what it is
To be young
And I’ll never forget
The way you used to
Swing your legs as you
Sat on the wall
Outside my fathers house
When autumn came
Rolling in on summers
Dying breath
Take the car from out
Of the driveway
Ride out to the sea
I’ll meet you there
One last time
And breathe in the last
Of our final autumn

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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