I wish I could bring you back with me, Home, to where I live
Home, I miss you.
There was hope spread on the surface of that glistening lake as our skin broke patterns across soft fragile water. Fragile. I miss your fragile nature. Tall trees surrounding us as we rowed beneath the friend in the sky which hugged our shoulders and tummies and slightly sunburned toes
We'd forget important things like fully applying sun cream because life felt too short and summer far too brief.
I left you to the hard work and sang Otis Redding, my feet dangling in the cool water, whilst enjoying the sun because the dock of the bay lay in the distance and I never knew wasting time to be such a pleasure. Summer. A break. Stress and worries lifted off our aching soldiers like kites, drifting in the breeze up high far from our thoughts.
You brought me alive and lifted my soul to heights I never knew existed like when you said 'I'm jumping off the dock' and I followed shouting 'wait for me!' even though Czech families from the hotel were staring and we jumped off together to find an exploding sensation Insane and ******* fabulous to experience life, that rush of cold and the springing of the mind awake. Never was an afternoon so beautiful.
Sun and shifting memories and contemplating clever EE Cummings on the bank because you understood things I didn't and I saw things you were blind to until We shared.