I was home alone, the doors were open and the sun was pouring in. I wore a dress, floated around the house in a sunshiney, happy bliss. You said hey, I said come over, and you did.
Half an hour you said you'd stay. An hour later you left.
I opened my front door to you, and you came in smiling. As you embraced me I felt every inch of panic and worry leave my body. You breathed with me, and there we were, you and I, as we stood together in the sun as one.
We went to the living room and you cuddled my dog, saw the fish tank and I showed you round the garden. We sat down and held each other, but only on one side as it was so hot this summer.
I kissed you, you kissed me back, tasting like mint and heat.
We went upstairs, drew the curtains and were back at it, kissing and pulling each other closer. We did what lovers do and we made the most if the time we had.
We argued about miniscule things, things that don't matter and things that did. It was sweet though, not mean, bickering like lovers do.
You kissed me again and again we had fun.
The two of us enjoying each other under the sun.
But then you had to go, and I didn't want you too. I stalled, I kissed you, but eventually I knew you had to.
I watched you as you drove away, leaning out my window to catch one last glance of your face. You grinned and you were gone.
I still taste you on my lips, feel you on my skin, and I miss you. I want you back, I want you here, I want you to stay the night.
But I know you can't, so here's to the first of out summer days
