The fireworks go off
People cheering and hugging
Popping champagne bottles dripping
Tipsy, cheery, blushed and flushed
Feels like a new beginning
A new decade, a new start, a chance to make it right
But then it stopped – paused
The world became frozen in time
From events to the parties to the new opportunities
Your school, your job, your life
Bustling city streets now empty
Like the world was there but the people vanished
Into thin, thick, now toxic air
Your city, your country, your world
Stopped moving, stopped turning, shutdown
But what would’ve been?
What could’ve been?
Had this never happened?
What would my world look like now?
Where would I be?
And who would I be?
Would I be the same as I am?
Or someone new whom I could never know?
I would’ve gone back to the city
Back to the city for fun
Without a strain of responsibility
For laughs, talks, walks
Under sunny days and wild nights
Going to the stores, shops and markets
Walking in with no restrictions
No capacity limit
No fear, no anxiety and
Freely brushing your hands
Though the clothes on the racks
Trying on that cute new top
Crop tops and booty shorts
Feel the fabric flow through your skin
Owning your body, capturing these moments
With you and your friends
Without the feeling of anxiety
Of sickness and death
Plaguing your every move
The end of school
And the beginning of Fake Summer
Could’ve felt more real
With you and your friends
Whom you’ve grown to love
Through fate and circumstance
Knowing its forever
Even when we’re young
Wild and fucking free
It would’ve been pride
Celebrating the fifty years
Of infinite love
It would be my first time
Many more things
Could have been my first time
A parade in the hot summer sun
Crowded by hundreds
Maybe even thousands
Happy souls in bright colours
Drenched all across the street
You’re here and you’re queer
Being you in no fear
It’s the prime years of your life
Turning the prime age in my life
Experiencing the world
Before the world takes over you
Where what I can do and where I could go
Can reach no limitations
Eating, drinking, celebrating
One day dedicated to me
Talking about where we’ve been
And where we’re going to go
Then we’d walk through the city
In no fear
Just us under the city lights in the night sky
Going to places
And seeing different faces
In the late-night bars
Latter nights in the club
Intoxicated not in the alcohol in your veins
But through the serotonin
Beating in your heart
Take me back
To the time I’d be working
To the tedious tasks
To the serving and cleaning
For the colourful guests that pass through time
Take me back
To the conversations
Where we didn’t take life
All that seriously
Even if there were not the best moments
And mistakes would be made
Even if I’d still get hurt
In a heartbeat I’d go back
And do it all over again
I wish I could return
To the day to day hustle
Working all day
Watching at night
Summer wouldn’t have flashed by
Like the snap of a finger
Were given these moments
Would’ve been my first festival
A dream I could only dream about
Looking up at the big screens
Entering a world far from my own
Seeing the stars I admired for so long
The cameras flashing and the joy of meeting
Those who I wished to be one day
Who would be the new people I meet?
The new bonds I could’ve created
Positive souls entering my life
Who would they be?
New friends or something more?
I never take a second
Of this life and the next for granted
And I’d put myself out there
Like I’ve never done so before
Would I have met the one?
Or even just one new person?
To hug, to hold, to love?
Even if it would be fleeting?
What I wish to have that experience
Whether it would be one special person
Or guy after guy
Maybe something, anything could have happened
Even if it was through hardships
Whether heartbreaks or heartache
The feeling of being wanting
Or being wanted
Of desire and opportunity
That I wish I could have had
Even with the seasons changing
And life resets to normal
Or what normal used to be
Returning to day to day school
Night to night work
The world would still spin the same
My world would feel alive the same way
But the fantasy of what could have been
What I could have done?
Who I would have met?
Who I would have turned out to be?
All under that fake summer heat