My Escape

Second home for me and others
Even though it’s quite small
Streets normally empty
Echoing only the kicking of a football

Feeling of salt-tinged freedom
Taste of fresh ham in soft white rolls
Comes at you all at once
The moment you’re off the bridge

Secret pathways,
Few but us know
Best for quiet walks
No one and nothing to interrupt

Stairs that smell like coconut
Colour of sand
Smooth enough to run your hand down
Without the chance of splinters

Too many memories
Impossible to share on instagram
Too precious to be told to strangers
Perfect to hold close and relish forever