Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

That Day

That day:
In Kipselli House, when we first said hello.
That day:
On the number 4 when we went for the same part of the pole.
That day:
We started yelling, I knew it then.
That day:
When I realised you only wanted to be friends.
That day:
Watching the football that you sat beside me.
That day:
In the bar, where we all used to meet.
That day:
At the youth exchange, fun in the kitchen.
That day:
On Naxos, the sigh when I told you about me and our friend.
That day:
On Syros, where we hugged and talked about our project.
That day:
On Andros, when we explored the ruins together.
That day:
You were leaving and the long call from the airport.
That day:
I saw you in Scotland, my heart raced.
That day:
I arrived in Estonia, I wanted to see you!
That night:
When I was leaving Tartu. The embrace that I did not want to end.

All the days in between,
Looking at the pictures,
All the things that could not be seen.
That were never said.

That day:
I get the courage to tell you how I feel.
That day:
You tell me you feel the same.
That day:
Will be the best day in a while.
That day:
Will never come as im too afraid.

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