Nocturnal Musings

You Are Summer

The days were once warm. Flowers bloomed and trees supplied fruit. THe grass was lush and cool against our cheeks as we layed together.

The night only brought a slight breeze. Cool enough to be comfortable. The stars shone brightly alongside the moon.

In those days we held hands. Our fingers intertwined every moment they could. Your green fingernails always stood out next to my own.

You always stood out. With your silky hair that always shone brightly in the sun. You Were perfect. Everything about you was perfect. Your eyes, hands, and every part that my parents would chastise me for pointing out.

Those days make me smile. Even when I'm old and wrinkled, I will think of you laughing and smiling happily. I will remember the times you'd playfully tug at my hair and play with the rings on my hand. I will cherish the memories of us immersing ourselves into a world that revolved around us.

Because the days were once hopeful. We hoped together that it didn't matter of we both had matching pair of chromosomes. Or if all our body parts were similar. Those days are long gone. Replaced with society's expectations and preacher's warnings of sin.

Now the days are dull and empty. An eternal winter that never seems to end.