If the day comes, when the world starts to slip away, please pull me close. Just know I was lost long before the memories left, stuck in a dream from my younger years. Waiting for a wormhole to return me to one of those summer nights, when everything was still new. The smell of a fresh rain covering the grass, as we stumbled through it. The moonlight reflecting off the pond, Illuminating her hand in mine. I think about you everyday.