Inspired by a summer memory. An ode to the one that got away...
Do you remember me my darling,
In the same way that I remember you?
How we danced real close, your warmth on my skin,
Your eyes, almost as dazzling as the view.
Can you still see the butterflies, my dear?
Reds, golds, greens, and blues, fluttering on by,
The way we heard the birds sing without fear,
When your face lit up like the fourth of July.
Do you still hear laughter ringing loudly?
Taste the sweetness of cherry balm lipstick?
When did you stop loving me so madly?
Was I just an acid trip, a quick fix?
Though, I don’t remember what made us fall,
Without you, there is no summer at all.