Do you remember the summer
when everything made sense?
We laughed till the sun sets,
we could barely breathe,
we run by the beach.
And that is how I remember last summer
the time when you would get a dozen white roses,
and do you remember the things you said?
Something about priorities and old trees?
We would trace the stars at the back of your car
Maybe it's less important to you now.
Maybe I made all these feelings up,
the way you'd wrap your hands around me
the way you made me feel like there was no one else.
But seasons end
and that was it, last summer.
When we cursed the stars that haven't aligned,
when we looked for justice we could not find.
You saw me at the raging river
drowning with seasons,
gasping for air,
choking for months.
Holding on to last summer,
a season I dread.
