When the sky is dark over the sea,

& we are still living in Brighton-town,

I can see both of us sitting, drinking tea and swapping badges of honour,

On the vibrant street-side cafe, table-cart full of cake,

Dusty old converse and the water falling down onto our shiny silver mugs,

& the rainy umbrellas by our sides,

We are the theoretical friends,

I am so stuck in that one night...

We hum through the laines sometimes,

Being followed around in life by the tangible mirage of each other;

The happily theoretical friends.


- Pippa