title. for Saritha and Maya
name. Lottie Leseberg- Smith
right now. Studying English Literature and History of Art at the University of Edinburgh
for Saritha and Maya
Feet out the window
We sat side by side.
That song dancing a smile onto our lips.
One hand on the ledge the other in yours,
Looking out into our world
That stretched from one end of the street to the other.
It was one of those nights that had kept the warmth of the day
But still a cup of tea and a slice of toast was needed,
Buttery Crumbs holding onto fingers
That only tasted just right in that room of that house on that road.
It was nights like these i remember best
Each hardly different from the other
But never the same.
We drifted greedily,
About the days like this.
Our hair still slightly wet from the ponds,
Our eyes giddy with what we had done and all that was to come.
The things we had seen
And I still remember that room that held a whole summer.
Lying on our backs
Hands on our tummies
Looking up at the fairy lights hanging on the ceiling sky
I have never felt so safe.
That is the room i go to when i want to run away,
Its the room i’ve loved in
Its the room i’ve cried in
Its the room
You both made me laugh in.
Its a sacred space
Tip toe to the door
And shut it softly, tucking the memory of us gently into bed,
No need for lullabies.