summers before you were golden, hazy, & bright but it's been a while since i've felt this light
bright red popsicle-stained lips & day trips to lakes i had yet to discover.
my sister's nail polish was chipped like the paint on our picnic table that day.
autumns before you were vivid, earthy, & sensational but this year, this time i know will feel nothing less than liberational.
everything matters & doesn't all at once
memories of past-life pastimes & recollections of never-regretted fast times.
when i sat at picnic tables behind the mall without you
and picked the last of the dandelions wishing for a love of the same kind as mine.
documented silence & micro expressions observed
i would always wonder why we try so hard for people who don't try for us at all?...
i would always ask others, "which is worse...grieving the loss of someone that has passed or grieving the loss of someone that is still alive?..."
i could never quite shake the notion, nor could i deny that someone still walking and talking & living and loving another is somehow far worse...
i would always think to myself, how odd is it to be haunted by someone that is still alive...
the number of days i spent dancing with your ghost is enough to bring me to shame... if you only looked... i was crazy for you.
but now i think sometimes, don't miss me, you chose this...
fast-forward...
summers now full of fruitful rain & absence of intangible pain
i am no longer a 'maybe' i am now a solid 'yes'...
i deserve nothing less, at my best and when i'm a mess...
"i want to do this with you..." and "i want to go here with you..." is a language of love that is new & yet so natural to me.
i told you my phone password as if it was the key to my heart... i did it so willingly, so trusting & without a moment's hesitation.
we drive home with the windows down in your black truck, and sing a rex orange county song at the top of our lungs with the music so loud we can barely hear ourselves...
it's 11:48 pm & even though i've spent the entire day with you i can never have enough...
after a day in the garden you take me home & kiss me soft, "i can still taste the tequila on your breath" you told me and & i could feel you smiling...
from bittersweet to only sweet smiles, so big & so radiant they leave soft little lines at the corners of your eyes & mouth
i sit beside you & struggle to not say "i love you" as i wonder what we will be like when our knuckles are as white as the snow beneath the car tires
will i get to be as lucky as the snowflakes that gently fall & rest upon your soft brown brows?...
yes... i think this time.
the good times come & go in waves most of the time but darling with you, it only comes & the water's calm.
i told you i miss the mountains, as you sit patiently beside me & squeeze my hand.
clouds for mountains & never-ending summer days just like this...
here & there, anywhere & everywhere with you
i forget what sadness feels like when you're near
we fell into each other in july & i wish on every 11:11 with my eyes shut tight & fingers crossed that we fall in love in october
we have no timeline no to-do list no panic-cramming
just nothing but time & you and i and that's all we need...
so we'll take things slow, dance in your kitchen with the lights dim & low
clouds for mountains & never-ending summer days just like this...
here & there, anywhere & everywhere with you
when all of the old still feels b r a n d n e w . . .