By Andie Berryman
D was a cool art kid that looked like Eddie Vedder back in that day.Long shorts, plaid shirt and long hair.He liked me enough to buy me a burger to discuss the terms of endearment.We hung around college and went to rock discos together, had non-fumbling sex and no strings conversations.
Soft and only, Lost and lonely.
We spent the night in my goth friend’s attic bedroom and then went to watch the sun come up on Seaham beach. We held hands and waited ,the sky turned various shades from black to muddy grey and the waves crashed down as if to silence ‘the conversation’, the sun never came up ,but for a while, just like heaven.
Other voices ,The Cure at 40 