Holy summer

it was a summer of sunburns
and wild brown curls, of 
jumping into the lake with
our clothes still on.

i lay in your bed in
the mornings, braiding
your unruly hair and 
giggling softly.

sweet cardamom tea
and the smell of rain,
soft fabrics against
wet hair. 

sometimes i wish i could
tie my veins around your
wrist and keep you with me.

i don't.

you always jumped in the
water first, pulling me in 
with you because you 
make me brave.

but you're leaving me.
oh wait.
you're already gone.