You came to me in the summer sun
Skin bathed in soft radiance
A gentle smile
And gentler words

You came to me like cookie dough
Spilling through my fingers
With chocolate eyes and caramel skin
And a laugh sweeter than either

You came to me on paper planes
Soaring above a sea of people
Heights that we could dream of reaching
Arms extended to the sky

You came to me as a pen scratching on paper
Late at night in a dimly lit room
Pages of messy thoughts on clean lines
“I love you” and jumbled nothings

And you left me in the pouring rain
Drowning in the depth of your words
Yet, still I would sink even further
If it meant to see you again.