Whippy willow-branch crowns and crystal-cold pool water - grass-tickled bare feet and breathless trampoline bouncing - comfortable, starlit darkness and hours spent amongst the trees.
These are the memories that return with the summer sun, and I cannot shake their carefree presence, or how they pierce my heart.
Summer was always our joy.
Just another poem about my ex-best friend. We loved being outside during the summer, and those memories always come back to me when it starts to get warm again.