Every summer brings
different adventures
but I still can't shake
the memory of
street light constellations
reflecting in your laugh,
or how warm we felt
in their artificial sunbeams
when we smuggled
your sister's beer in your car.
I still can't sleep some nights
with that incessant glow
peeking through my blinds,
reminding me things
come and go
but you didn't
have to.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
Every summer brings
different adventures
but I still can't shake
the memory of
street light constellations
reflecting in your laugh,
or how warm we felt
in their artificial sunbeams
when we smuggled
your sister's beer in your car.
I still can't sleep some nights
with that incessant glow
peeking through my blinds,
reminding me things
come and go
but you didn't
have to.
