the shadows on the walls

seeing headlights pass by and watching the shadow dance on the walls reminds me of lazy summer days at the lake house. in the upstairs room where i would lay next to you on the big white bed. we would go downstairs and have a cinnamon roll or two. then splash around in the lake all day with the mud in our toes water around our ankles scrapes on our knees cold water in our belly buttons life jackets pushing against our chests and the hot sun baking our soft skin. back then the days were like months but everything got fast once we changed grades. the days were like hours. i was too busy to watch the shadows dance on the walls. i woke up alone ate a bowl of cereal and saw you in class. no more mud no water no scrapes no life jackets no sun but every moment filled to the brim with the feeling of a crush. hazy daydreams in math vivid fantasies in english wild hopes in art always on your team in gym. back then the days were like hours but the hours were filled with you and now my hours are empty desperately trying to find someone who i can compare to you. the shadows don't dance on the walls in my room anymore but when i see them somewhere else i think of you.

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