Off The Topic Thursdays/ That Summer Night

One summer night, many years ago

I was planning to stay at home

But my mum guilted me into going to a BBQ

There, I saw a familiar face

But my mind didn’t connect the dots at first

Since the last time I saw them

He was a boy, now a young man

He called over his friends

And we became a friend group for the night

The bluest of summer skies

The golden light of the campfire

Our smiles of friendship

Couldn’t speak any louder.

I wrote this for a poetry competition, but it didn’t result in anything, so I thought I’d share it here.

Alex