The quiet air kissed my naked legs, leaving goose bumps up and down my skin.
The few seconds of sun and warmth that touched me were the nicest seconds the weather has blessed me with since you were here.
I snuck into the garage, shutting the door without a sound.
The lights were out - I need to fix them - but the light shining through the cracks in the wood and the musty little window was enough to keep the smile on my face.
I lit my cigarette and thought of you.
Summers coming and I know you'll soon return.
Darling, it was a long winter without you here.
But I'm certain that in a few weeks, I will not only hear the birds singing but I'll hear your voice too.
Because it wouldn't be summer if I couldn't spend it with you.
If I couldn't sneak out late with you by my side,
If I couldn't have someone to laugh with me,
To cry with me,
To enjoy life with me.
I need the warmth of the sun and the warmth of your touch.
And lucky for me, you are both almost here.