We'd be walking the Florida roads
That first day of our endless vacation
With your father and your sister keeping enough distance behind us
As your hand entwined with mine underneath that beating sun
With palm trees lining the streets
Feeling as though we were walking in a dream.

I didn't realize then
That dreams of you would turn out to be all I'd have to rely on
Just to see that look on your face
When we snuck down from that balcony suite
To swim underneath the array of gleaming stars,
And you whispered that you loved me as we floated in the current, holding on to what we knew was a finite moment.

Every single one of those moments,
From cautiously stepping into the salted waters,
Accepting the fact that we were tourists and collecting seashells was a must,
Letting my elation take over as I serenaded the artists playing on the radio,
To climbing up to the roof to watch the sun set on our last night in paradise
Will stay molded in my memory for eternity.

When I look back on those six endless days,
All I can imagine is your smile fixated on everything surrounding you.
I don't believe that either of us had ever felt so free.
I do believe that those six days
Were the last six days
Of our true happiness.
It was easy to be happy in a carefree world that wasn't our own.

These memories don't make
Being reminded of the fact that I'm no longer yours
And you're no longer mine any easier,
And those Florida nights during spring
Are nothing but the waves, washing unto shore, never returning.
*jm