the summer night lies sticky with the type of heat I missed so dearly for so long
the kind of heat that slurs movements like they're drunken words
and makes laughter cut more sharply through the humid quiet
flowers flourish where the snow once was and every day there is a new beautiful thing to see
last night the moon glowed down upon us
its light unchanged by the thick July air
so distant yet so present
as we gaze up at its hazy halo from the darkness and the dewy grass
everything passes around us but our time is immobile
life away from now is unthinkable and unwanted
because this summer night is all we'll ever need
