An Ode to Muses to Kleio

Woodland

You made winter feel like summer.
Cheeks flushed red from delight instead of sunburns.
Condensation covered our bodies, but not because of the harsh sun.
Knees scratched and bruised from outdoor fun,
A thin layer of freckles covered my body.
Our love was never behind closed doors,
It was in front of mountain views and long drives home.
I still remember the anticipation,
Like it was my first day of school.
Our version of summer was filled with orange trees, a broken-down car, and the emptiness of a city.
Playlists were made, devotions were spoken, and plans scattered the highways of our minds.
Our lips met in sweet tea delight, and you were my favorite flavor,
With the crunch of fresh bags of chips and the smell of popcorn.
It felt like the richest vacation, though we were both just broke, young, and in love.
The leaves do not change color, yet it is autumn.
We no longer share giggles and play games,
But I hope you think of me when you smell my perfume,
Because parts of you still litter my memories.
You made summer feel like winter,
But now, we must fall.