oh how I’ll miss those
6:50 mornings
and empty basketball courts.
the boys playing with the girls
and the girls playing with the boys.
innocent
love filled
joy
overflowing from the mouths
of toothless grins
and chapped lips.
the blistering sun
turning the tops of noses
a bright pink.
beautiful sunsets
but even prettier souls
crafted by such
careful
meticulous
hands.
a sense of freedom
In too short days
spent in dry heat.
wet cheeks pressed together
with the company of a fire.
a barely lit sadness.
adios basura
mi amiga
mi amor

encanto mucho