1997

we were ‘oh so’ little.
we were ‘oh so’ innocent.
we were so much different.
we had so small ideas of what was waiting out there.

i miss having those unrealistic ambitions.
those blurry dreams we thought so close.
when everything seemed so easy to accomplish.
when it was so easy to blame our parents to be such cowards.

i miss when calling with payphones was only 25¢ and not 50¢.
i miss when it was VCR and not DVD.
i miss when it was Canal Famille and not Vrak TV.
i miss when it was Fun Dips and not cocaine.

do you remember picking out the strawberries from your front lawn?
do you remember walking in, your grand parents complaining of closing the door?
do you remember playing on the streets, careless of cars?
do you remember thinking of our Great Love?

well all i know now is that there’s no strawberries growing anymore.
all i know is that no one greets me in when i come over.
all i know is that the only time we get out is to smoke a fag on your sidewalk.
all i know is that i cry when he’s hitting you.


11 years, dear love.
11 years and i want the first one to come back so badly.

i miss having our dads as comon heroes.
i miss when the lyrics of S Club 7 meant nothing but good rythm.
i miss when crying was something you did when you’d fall on something sharp.

i love you Amelie.
you’ll never know how much i really do.

-written in 2008

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