evening, maybe

although looking back it was more like late afternoon,
Sunday,
time stretching on
f-o-r-e-v-e-r

with drinks that were – never - quite cold enough
and tarmac warm to the touch…

we made maybe-plans,
thinking about a future we didn’t need
(not then)…

we smelt the freshly-cut-grass
and wished that Sunday,
this Sunday,
sun-beer-and-barbeque Sunday,
could last

f-o-r-e-v-e-r.