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