Back To The Start

(By Gub, the 21st of January, 2016)

I have a Coldplay track turning
in my head, along a pitted sunlicked road
with smatterings of shadow cast by trees and
leaves swept sleepily by breeze, and sun and cows
and coarse dark cigarette smoke
circling inside the cab of the car
and you stretched out in the passenger
seat;
asleep

and this track of contentment
playing through the heat of that
Romanian
summer

and a yearning
before it could
be yearned for

that this was how it would
it always be

how I would want this moment
to last forever

and never have to say
nor end up wishing:
‘take me back to the start’