Your laughter reminds me of the shoreline
as the tide goes in and out,
as fireworks pulse overhead,
your favorite beach towel with the toadstools
sits still as you wade into the water.
I sit on the shore and wait,
a sweet piece of watermelon in hand,
savoring this kind of summer.
Posted in response to the challenge Watermelon.
"We ignite not in the light, but in lack thereof,
For it is in loss that we truly learn to love."*
When we can feel,
All that is no longer there,
the doors
are left open
for him
to walk through
and brightly lit
with all
he will ever need
when beside him
there is a girl
stumbling through
a dark hall
unable to find her way
Strange
Awkward
Confused
Talking
More
Talking
Friends
Fun
Weird
Late
Nights
Together
Why
So
Hard
To
Say
Emotions
Tangled
Pure
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