Alas, the holidays come to a close.
With the taking down of the Christmas tree.
My heart sinks.
Another year, until I can feel the warmth.
The joy and the colors.
Movies.
Cookies.
Snow and love.
I get to live through the summer though.
It's sweet temptations calling my name.
She was the rebel.
Green tea and Centennial.
Plaid pants and bandannas.
Late nights and rights.
Free.
To fly, to swim, to be.
Overcome with joy.
Sleeping bags as blankets.
I want to love like Hiro and Charley.
Sights and sounds, Amy and Torq.
The tears of joy in my eyes.
Hot summer days by the pool.
Careless.
Careless.
The cabin and drops to water.
The weeds of the sea, comfortably far from me.
Looming below the surface, now covered in snow.
The basement, and the closing days.
My heart was hers.
Oh summer.
Careless.
 FxCK THE FLOCKS · Mon Jan 05, 2009 @ 12:47am · 1 Comments |
