summer
it is summer and we are driving into the sunset in my dad’s truck, drunk and high and so full of dreams that the world seems bright and pink. it is summer and we are running towards the water, kicking up sand and clutching cheap vodka bottles and shedding our clothes on the beach. it is summer and we are lying on beach blankets, sea foam on our lips and sand in our hair and stars in our eyes and i watch the sky purple as you shake the water from your hair. it is summer and i am trembling because you put a blanket around my shoulder even though i am not cold, not really, but your eyes look so warm and golden and kind in the light of the campfire and your smile is so soft, like a secret meant just for me, that i dare to hope just a little. it is summer and i think hailey likes you too, she has been staring at you as you and the boys laugh when the tent tumbles to the ground. it is summer and we are 18 and we are young, oh so young, that the world seems bright and soft and orange and sad and the sky is all blue and pink and purple and yellow. it is summer and we all roast marshmallows and split beers and switch off our phones and kiss and cry and fight and kiss again. it is summer and we lie on our backs again and we watch the fireworks and hold hands and wonder what will happen tomorrow when the emails start pouring in and if we will ever hold each other like this again. it is summer and we gasp and shout and laugh at the fireflies because we are 18 and oh we will never be this young again. it is summer and i am standing on the beach alone looking at the broken bottles and cigarette butts and burnt wood like i did that following morning 10 years ago. it is summer and i wonder where you are and where the others are and if you and hailey are married and whether you still have that dimple and if cara has become a fashion designer and jayden can still do cartwheels. it is summer and i think i see you and hailey and cara and jayden and all the others in the distance, under the sapphire moonlight, drunk and high and 18. it is summer and i know its not you but oh it is summer, summer once again, so i run through the sunset and the world is bright and pink and i am chasing fireflies in the woods.























