the light dusting
of freckles on my cheeks
tells the story of
my warm summer in the sun
next to you, next to you, next to you.
they remember my tanned toes
digging in to the miles
of gritty sand;
talking about everything, and yet nothing,
next to you, next to you, next to you.
they remember your voice
caressing my ears for hours
in the same way that my sun-blonded hair
blew gently in the salty ocean wind
next to you, next to you, next to you.
they remember your soulful laugh
that filled my heart with overpowering love
in the same way that beauty was found
in the sunset that i watched in awe
next to you, next to you, next to you.
and although my now paled skin
can't remember your sweet touch,
and only in my distant memories, exists your lovely smile;
on some of my favourite days, i'll find myself lying
in beautiful and endless fields of poetry and prose
next to you, next to you, next to you.
