it's yours to keep
the fate of the foil sky,
the sunset surfaced on the sea,
the unforgettable nights with local legends,
the kisses that never dried.
The corner of the country from a mile high.
When you got away for that mountain climb.
You could store it all up, make your inner breath deep, a plaster for your mind,
t's yours to keep.
My friend it's yours to keep,
the bold blue you splashed on your feature wall,
you stood tall next to a wax work of johnny depp
potted plants in front of sash windows.
The ivy growing on the pebble dash.
The hacks upon hacks for saving cash.
Your arse crack , your Irish whiskey measurements,
your poetry, your small milestones in the Mcdonalds music industry
breakfast at Tiffany's, the millionth picture of Banksy,
the zillionth picture of Big Ben, your muffled video of a gig you only wanted to attend to hear the hit. It's all yours to keep but would it still be worth it?