Thank you, next

From the curly blonde Australia

I'd keep the way you loved your brothers

The friendship you shared with them

Was heart warming and pure

As was your patience and respect

For someone so innocent

From the Canadian I met in Greece,

I'd keep that sense of adventure

That lust for travel, that hunger to live

To sleep in caves and on beaches

To savour the food on every table

To dance joyously in nightclubs

From my German ex in Berlin

I'd keep the picnics we had in your room

The olives, hummus, cheese

Spread on stretchy Turkish bread.

I'd keep your hot-breathed desire,

For it lit a fire in me

From the Queenslander in Sydney

I'd keep the excitement

That came from peeking into your world

Of eating in nice restaurants

And meeting your cool friends

Your cooked breakfast and crooked smile

From the one I thought was mine

I'd keep that razor sharp intelligence

That goofy, silly side that rarely came to play

I'd keep the love you had for your mother

And the love you had for cuddles

And the way you held my hand in the car

From the French sailor in Harlingen

I'd like to keep you still

Those lips, those eyes, that laugh

That fresh smell of soap

The picnics, the sailing, the bike rides

You coloured my summer