as I lay tangled, 4:29 am

I look up to the curtain above

and wonder

this is all I wanted from 19, from London

but somehow not what I expected

my friends stay up and we tell each other our first impressions

we cry on each other at semi- permanent break ups

we revel in each other’s victories and

laugh at our secrets

I lay tangled with him at 4:29am on a Friday and feel full

I am tired from working and bleary eyed from

Uni subsidised wine

and I feel fresh and cool

with the fan blowing the curtain open to

showcase a cloudy blue

it is July and the 4:29 sky

(now 4:32)

is bright and beautiful

it is bright and beautiful