their was a time I knew what you were thinking
I could even pick up on what you were feeling
But these days I don’t know you
I couldn’t even guess
Not really knowing who you are
Not knowing what to expect
But loving you
Caring for you
With every fibre of my being
knowing that I should let go
Knowing that what I based it on
Is no longer their
No longer exists
But being unable to let it go
Unable to not care about you
I wish I could go back to a time
A time when you weren’t in my life
Or back to that one summer
The summer were it all clicked
The summer it was all perfect
That blissful summer were all my worries fell away
I felt safe and content
And thought I would always be happy
But then the summer ended
Reality hit again
I started work and responsibility hit
And things were never the same again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Just heard you were performing near where I live in London last eve.Having read your work as a result, I'm moved at how precise Perfect Summer is for how Im currently feeling, after seven months in my hometown of Dumfries.Thank you do much Layla. Such perceptive writing.Think you met a likely Scottish friend of mine in Glasgow earlier in the summer.Mrs Rena Hume.