of love; my youth in summer
it's already August, i'm in awe of how quick time passes when summer was just starting to warm me up, August brought rain, clouds and fierce winds And in my selfish world, my home is crying for my near departure. We are sitting in a shabby little restaurant, The lights are yellow and dim, Christmas lights decorate the wall in front of me, Red, green and blue lights flashing against the faces of the only men worth loving. It is raining quite heavily behind us, But the food has arrived and the rain seems to do the talking for us. When we were still in our school uniforms, Willem and I, we ran in the rain leaving Mordechai's house. I remember all the laughter and the soaked sweaters. A few years later, the eldest is seventeen. I'm crying under their umbrellas, their sweaters on my damp back, I was only 16. After another few years, they receive a phonecall I'm leaving for the next few months and do not want to go. And then another few years and we are in a pool. Some...