James Walton #98 Boomerang

I thought

I was starting

to forget

you asked me

were your eyes

different colours

being one eighth Chinese

the first kid’s slide

hitting the ground

at the base

breathless but laughing

and your

hands on my ribs

in our own nebula

you’re full of it

you said

and now I remember

everything

all of the pastel shades

on the Smarties packet

and the spill

of a Galaxy