lasts

Rocky Mountain Raga-Robbie Basho


Last night was my last sleepover at Annette's family home in Luddenham before she leaves. Things don't seem real, despite the fact I helped her start to pack after dinner.


We had more sausages with potato for dinner because of the sixty that were boiled for the beach barbecue on Saturday. Then Bubba made us toasties and we ate some chocolate and we sat on the ground and went through some of Annette's things, and after a while, we verbally recognised . I wasn't supposed to sleep over. But I did. At one point this morning we were snuggling in her bed, and I fell asleep. I woke up and she was up and showered and ready to do stuff.


I'm not really sure what I am going to do once she leaves--for the six weeks that I have before I leave. Well I guess I have a lot to do, but no one to talk to about it. Which is strange, because everything that has happened over almost the past year, Annette has known about.


I'm probably just going to cry a lot really.


I am going to write a poem for her, I haven't written poetry in a really long time, the last poems I would have written would have been for Nick before he left.


I want to die, listen to this Robbie Basho track.


I don't want to die I want to snuggle with Annette.