we looked silly with our goggles on splashing around in your pool somersaults and handstands chlorine kisses and tangled hair summer is coming oh yes, summer is coming -
I don't know what is so sacred about a pinky promise but I do know that I have never felt so sure of anything as I did with your pinky wrapped tightly around mine as you whispered in my ear always -
Dad hasn't been the same since he found out about me His eyes hold a deep sorrow and the whiskey rarely sees the cupboard anymore permanently placed on his nightstand where my picture used to be - *He blames himself, you know
tonight I'll fall asleep to the sound of rain falling on this old roof though I long for it to be the sound of your uneasy breathing with the occasional skipping of our heartbeats -