He tries his best to ignore the beads of water forming on his eyelashes as he settles on a park bench. He stares blankly across an empty field lost in a memory from years back. Hand in hand two phantoms walked, barley visible as water blanketed them. He listened in as they spoke about the butterflies forming in their stomachs. Laughing uncontrollably every now and then, and about absolutely nothing. Question she says, " you think I'm beautiful?". I think your beyond beautiful he lipped without a single sound. Following the phantom's dialogue word for word. As the rain picked up, he snapped out of the moment; unfulfilled. At least I had it once he said, at least I know what it feels like.

There were bones on bones, covered by warming flesh. Marks were left on my neck, from where your lips had pressed. We sat and we spoke, about stars and the sky. We talked about living forever and about how we both would die. It was unreal how easy this was and it was clear these moments do not repeat. Underneath those summer street lights, you became a part of me.

My eye lids are made of lead
As I sort through our memories in bed.
No more dancing down at the lake
Firewood cracking or hissing snakes.
The smell of rain still fresh on the tress
mosquitoes waltzing with the bees.
I remember the locks of your hair
Sliding over your shoulders so bare.
I was in love with the way that it felt
To watch you so in love with yourself.

I remember your shoulders pinned to the mattress as a summer breeze slid over our bodies. There was no shortage of body heat, we were like two stars in a waltz dancing ever so closely. I remember you whispering in my ear telling me that it felt like nothing else existed. In that moment we were more alive then we'd ever be again, nothing to dilute the love of two young oblivious kids.