memories of a winter, in a new summer

i wish i could go back to the swingset we shared that one cold december night- before it went wrong. i want to go back to say i love you out loud. just so that i can say, i at least said it once.

so cold your hands got pink, and i held them in my own, blew warm air on them- to make sure you could get some heat.

i told you; “you make me feel like a teenager” as you grabbed my body before i could fall from the monkey bars

and you asked if it was a bad thing

we kissed and in my mind i answered you

“it’s a dangerous game”

everything seemed so right underneath those stars.