Cobalt Issue 26 - Twisted Nostalgia

Here, in a crowd of grass, dirt, trees, roads, buildings, farms, cars
Stretches of land - only land, flat, industrial, which unsettles me
It takes time to remember
My shadow is on the beach, in the waves
My heart is with him, somewhere
There were other times, on the beach
I saw men in cloaks, circled there, dusk
And strange lights over the ocean—Her eyes, Her mouth, Her promise
A year it lasted; the ocean called to me
Magnetised
And looking into those dark waters
I can tell you
It seemed inviting, for a while
Some things, only sea folk know
I suppose
Away from there
I remember it (the sea, the sand, the cold, the sky)
I remember him (his laugh, his jokes, his eyes, his touch)
I remember them (the burn, the chants, the dark, and Her)
Very well
Ben Barnett