Kishen Patel explores the pleasures and pitfalls of a partnership
Remember when I called you from Second Avenue You found me down the road. Alone and hurt Grazed knee, cut hand and blood on my denim We walked back to yours to pick up my shirt I left with a bandage around my fingers too This city would never be the same without you
Remember when you got your driver’s licence You brought your car down Summer heat with me in the passenger seat The music just a little too loud We covered the streets in laughter and exhaust fumes Made our way through smoke-filled rooms
Remember when you broke up My shoulder was wet with your tears We bought some cheap wine, hopped on the central line That night we faced our fears I picked you up when you felt blue I’ll never stop being there for you
Remember when we had that fight We said the worst things to each other We didn’t speak for a couple weeks And it felt like I’d lost a brother Said we were sorry and we came through I’d never want to lose you
Remember I made that joke I shouldn’t have Laughing until we got stomach aches If we were arrested, you’d be my partner in crime Always making the same new mistakes Stay by my side. We come as two What’s the point of life without you?
Kishen is an undergraduate student at the University of Bath. Aside from studying Computer Science, he can be found thrift-shopping, reading, and writing. His guilty pleasure is Netflix crime thrillers.