I remember those days
when we drove our new bikes
on the dusty parched road
that spat pebbles at us.
And that one time when I
raced you back to your lawn
when my tires became soft
and when your chains gave in.
I remember all those
lazy afternoons that
we spent at Grandma's porch,
whistling for a stray breeze
and popping bubble wraps.
Or drinking her strong tea
that scalded our tongue
and tasted like copper.
I remember those nights
when we played hide-and-seek
under the faint moonbeam
and flickering street lights.
Or when we just lay down
on the crisped yellow grass,
counting all the bright stars
and wishing when one fell.
I'll never forget those days
that we spent together.
All those days of summer.
