We floated down the river with aluminum in our hands and the sun burning our hearts. Left the day roaming the streets in heels and shorts by the light of the moon. Jumping off cliffs and laughing at the stars lighting up the sky. How silly we were. To have loved like we were sixteen again but with minds knowing that we're not sixteen anymore. And that summer will end. Bills have to be paid. Work has to be done. Love is not a priority unless you're sixteen. But everything feels so real floating down the river in the Arizona summer. Even dreams.
