Summer

The weatherboard house is comforting. The deck of a strangers house, creaking beneath my feet.
Laughing and fun floating on the air.

That smile I indulge myself in and let myself float away.

The sun beaming through the part on your hair. Eyes of innocent green. We sit on that swing
you hold my hand.

Swaying back and forth the warmth of the that summer afternoon permeates through my skin through my soul.

Your kiss so sweet, I will never forget. Your glistening eyes of emerald green.

Hold my hand. For love, for summer.

A moment in time forgotten.