My hair was shaggy, curly
and covered my eyes slightly.
I was on my back looking up at the sky

You were up against the cold metallic lip
of a car.
Talking
that summer night
reciting old stories, and memories
we shared.

What shirt was I wearing?
I don’t remember, probably one I
hoped you would like.

It was nice
when your golden hair fell on your face
and you would brush it away,
and smile.

I would look up at the moon
sometimes
and I could see your face with a
crown of stars.